Sybil Dialectical Journal

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The sun finally rose and my owner, Sybil, sluggishly woke up from a terrible sleep. I watch her from next to the bed as she begins her morning routine almost as if nothing happened. During the night, I tried to sleep next to her on the bed but she was constantly tossing and turning, she held her head in her hands trying to block out something that was not there, and she began to scream in pain. My owner changes sometimes, her differences scare me and I run away to hide. After a while, my owner falls asleep but continues to suffer or she leaves and I am all alone. I worry about my owner; I do not always understand what happens to her. Some nights, she picks up heavy things and throws them around the room and she breaks things and screams loudly
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