They Come

I thought we’d have longer. I thought I’d grow up. They only come when the oldest natural dies. Then they come, and they take our hearts. I don’t want to die.

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I write this in the flourdust cuboard [sic] my mom used for baking stuff. When they find me and they will I think theyll just leave this here since people are all theyre here for and paper doesnt matter.