It has been many weeks since writing in this journal, my hand bleeds anew with every letter I scrawl. Bandages fail to contain my words as I write in this book. It has not been a good road to recovery, neither has it been for the sake of another at the expense of my health. I can only assume her vacant expression and cold disposition will curtail my passive aggressions until I can draw strength in my arm again.
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