Sewn Silence founder oc writing thing (in certain entries the lack of grammar is intentional)

Journal.

Entry 1

Decided to start journaling now that I have no one to talk to about things anymore. Something happened to Angie. I think I'll call it.. distorting. She somehow managed to ingest large amounts of Writer's Ink and the breaking point was her overdosing because she probably thought that everything she was seeing was a schizophrenic episode. I am shaking while writing this entry. I miss her dearly. Since the show and company have been declining, I've decided to work on a memorabilia showroom. That idea is only reinforced now due to Angie's 'passing'. I currently have her distorted self on an attic for now but will discreetly transfer her to a specially made floor in the showroom building once it is complete.

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entry 2

i hear her screaming at me. i want her to stop. the showroom is amost done though. the puppets are showing concern for me but im fine. i need to get the showroom done. for her.

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Entry 3

The showroom is done. The public is loving it! I'm sure Angie would too. The puppets are enjoying all the attention, but I don't think most of them realize that this is their last time being public. People will slowly start to stop showing up. Only a few are comprehending that. I'll try to revive this once the showroom starts losing visitors. I will do everything I can.

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[Years later, the showroom has almost no visitors now.]

Entry 527

My experiments have begun. I'm using Angie's old notes to do what I can. The puppets can't be alone when I inevitably pass someday.

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entry 528

i accidentally swallowed some writers ink. what do i do. it didnt really taste like much. but it burnt a bit going down. i guess i have to monitor the effects on myself.

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Entry 529

There's a problem. I can't stop craving the Writer's Ink. It's suffocating whenever I don't have any. This can't be good. I should have been more careful.

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[handwriting is messier, grammar and punctuation are now irrelevant to Kris]

entry 530

throwing up black and red. it hurts so much. body on fire constantly. i need to hurry and close everything off. including myself. i cant have anyone getting hurt. ill close everything off and then lock myself above Angie.

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[the page is now almost unreadable. sloppy writing, bad spacing, ink smears.]

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body  changing. it    hurts.  above  angie   now.                just     threw  up     again.   no  one   will  ever  see    this     place , or   these  notes.         losing          consciousness

[the writing on the last word is smeared, all over this page are little droplets of black liquid, bits of red scattered through the blotches.]