I cannot tell if it is real
Or if I dream of it
For when it touches me
I drift off
No tears come
No screams
I am wrapped up
In a nightmare of hands
And of fingers
And of small tiny voices in the woods
So wrong
So beautiful
So bad
So Laura

- Excerpt from The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer

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