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A record of a crow's daily life

Summary:

A crow had so many things bottled up inside it, and it didn't know what to do.

"Someone once told me that writing down everything that's bottled up inside helps us understand ourselves better"

It believed that perhaps writing in this journal might help it.

 

English is not my primary language.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: Record Page 1: The First Gift

Chapter Text

 

xx/xx/xxxx

 

✧ Hello, Diary ✧

Someone told me that when we write down something private that we don't want anyone but ourselves to read, we call it a diary. So, I'll call you that too.

Dear Diary, do you know that you are the first gift I received since I was created? I received you as a gift from a child.

That kid's name is 1x1x1x1. It's an unusual name, so I just call him X. He's probably 15 this year, and I'm about 18.

When I first received you as a gift, I was overjoyed. X said it was for me always being by his side and that he knew it was my birthday. That's what a kid calls it.

 

X was punished for not going to practice with that person.

 

He was punished because he wanted to give me a gift.

 

I didn't want him to be punished like that.

 

That being told me to stay away from 1x. They said I would defile him.

 

They said my mere existence would defile everything around me.

 

Then why did you create me?

 

I don't understand.

 

I hope for an answer.