Ayako's Note
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That nurse came again today, to tell me I was too noisy.
When I made a little cut and pulled the scissors back, she gave an ugly howl.
I hated her ugly insides.
The things I like are much prettier.
- Crushed insects,
- Torn hands,
- Wet, red flesh
- The loud scream before they go still...
These pretty things will disappear soon.
Everyone else collects things that they think are pretty.
The doctor told me that collecting things I like helps my illness.
So I collect these
pretty things.
Collecting more and more.
Unless I collect these things,
the inside of me
(The letters after this are too messy to read.)