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September 5, 2015

Look at her, smiling and having fun. That should be both of us.

Look at her eyes, they're so beautiful you can get lost in them.

Her innocence was a sitting duck in a pond.

September 6, 2015

She dropped her books today, got a good look into her eyes and low cut shirt.

Her hair fell perfectly into her eyes as she did our reading test for Mrs. Henna

She caught me staring in science too, it was awkward when she looked away. I wanted her to look again cause I saw her innocence.

Her innocence was vulnerable, Like a sitting duck.

September 7, 2015

I may not write tomorrow or the next 2 days, she's going on a trip with her dad. I want to go.

I heard she's an amazing hiker, it's time to see for myself. She's so talented

Her hair was in a ponytail the whole drive while I was in the trunk, the Taylor swift really didn't bother me.

Her tent was sitting far from her dads and had a screen window. They're testing the camp stuff now. Gotta go.

Her innocence is like a lions bait

September 11, 2015

She caught me and called the cops. I was forced to sit in my room. Which wasn't a problem, I could stare at her pictures.

I even bought a mask on EBay to stalk her and she won't know who I am.

She is so stupid yet cute, I wish I could hold her and call her mine.

Her innocence is destined to be mine.

September 12, 2015

She's home alone on the 13. It's my perfect opportunity to claim what's rightfully mine.

Her innocence is mine, and only mine.

I've been watching her for so many days, you can call me obsessed.

She thinks we're 'friends' now after the whole cops thing.

I've invited her for a game time and in my room with the door locked is where I will claim what's mine.

Her innocence is yet to be gone.

September 12, 2035

This was the day. The same day where I was sent to prison.

The day I was only trying to receive what was mine anyway.

The day that my precious flower withered away.

They buried her in the camp grounds she went for vacation. I am satisfied of what I have toke but not satisfied for why I've been punished.

She was mine and so was her innocence. I need one or the other, I couldn't keep her alive so.

All she was, was a prize. Like a dog toy, waiting to be ripped open to find the squeaker inside.

I was the dog, she was the toy. I found the squeaker.

My friends are upset and surprised. Ask me again and again 'Why?'

My only answer is 'I toke back what was mine.'

Her soul is mine now, for I toke it away.

Along with her innocence. That I stole.

Stolen Innocence.

September 13, 2035

*page missing, said to be found laying on jail cell bed near Mr. Denis' body*

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(A/N): There is enough said. This was a diary that was read by a official. Enough said, goodbye.
~Claw😎