Victim Girl 2's Epstein Journals (2), and Exhibit "C"

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Close your eyes close your eyes close your eyes. Dont speak she doesnt talk.
I cant stop shaking and its been a week.
A decision was made but I cant tell Jeffrey.
These things happen. Why didnt I close my eyes fast enough.
The doctor was different again.
I think from Israel. He had kind eyes but didnt speak directly to me.
This was different.
A shot and those rod like things had a hook and so much pain.
Ghislaine said to push all the pain away. I don't understand
Blood and water all over the bed and she was right.
Like a feeling when your tummy hurts and you have to push
She said to close my eyes and put her hands over my eyes but I didn't close them because of these tiny cries.
I am so lost.
I saw between her fingers this tiny head and body in the doctors hands. It reached its tiny arm up and had a tiny foot.
I closed my eyes and no more.. (next page)



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[Close your eyes close your eyes close your eyes. Dont speak she doesnt talk.
I cant stop shaking and its been a week.
A decision was made but I cant tell Jeffrey.
These things happen. Why didnt I close my eyes fast enough.
The doctor was different again.
I think from Israel. He had kind eyes but didnt speak directly to me.
This was different.
A shot and those rod like things had a hook and so much pain.
Ghislaine said to push all the pain away. I don't understand
Blood and water all over the bed and she was right.
Like a feeling when your tummy hurts and you have to push
She said to close my eyes and put her hands over my eyes but I didn't close them because of these tiny cries.
I am so lost.
I saw between her fingers this tiny head and body in the doctors hands. It reached its tiny arm up and had a tiny foot.
I closed my eyes and no more.. (next page)]



cries.
I dont understand.
Just say these things happen.
But he doesnt believe that.
They yelled and screamed and he said it will be the same in a couple of months and she said she
was fed up with it all.
I dont understand what is going on and no one will tell me.
I cant go to school like this.
I cant stop shaking.
Why wont anyone make it stop.
I know Ghislaine is trying but nothing changes
Why didnt I close my eyes?



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yys?

[cries.
I dont understand.
Just say these things happen.
But he doesnt believe that.
They yelled and screamed and he said it will be the same in a couple of months and she said she
was fed up with it all.
I dont understand what is going on and no one will tell me.
I cant go to school like this.
I cant stop shaking.
Why wont anyone make it stop.
I know Ghislaine is trying but nothing changes
Why didnt I close my eyes?]



In the hall Ghislaine said she was beautiful.
SHE WAS.
Not is.
She was a beautiful girl!
I heard her!
Where is she?
Why did she stop whimpering?
She was born!
I heard the tiny cries!
I cant do this anymore!



A Short Life
TRAGEDY
My Heart is Breaking

lnwa
kolm...

[I know I am]

Born

These poems do not live: its a sad diagnosis.
They grew their toes and fingers well enough,
Their little foreheads bulged with concentration.
If they missed out on walking about like people
It wasn't for any lack of mother-love.

O I cannot understand what happened to them!
They are proper in shape and number and every part.
They sit so nicely in the pickling fluid!
They smile and smile and smile and smile at me.
And still the lungs won't fill and the heart won't start.

They are not pigs, they are not even fish,
Though they have a piggy and a fishy air.
It would be better if they were alive, and that's what they were.
But they are dead, and their mother near dead with distraction,
And they stupidly share, and do not speak of her.

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Seaaeuiugr!hade
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hrise?hddhsowiprn

[In the hall Ghislaine said she was beautiful.
SHE WAS.
Not is.
She was a beautiful girl!
I heard her!
Where is she?
Why did she stop whimpering?]

She was
born!

lerteiyre
hadhtncis!

iatohsnmr!
cndtiayoe

[I heard the tiny cries!
I cant do this anymore! !]



He was right.
A couple of months and two pink lines with a hold on being with others until after it was positive.
I want to die.
Why didn't she protect me?
As long as I am wearing what you want. There is no respect for me as a human.
I am nothing but your property and incubator!
You only trust me when I am under your complete CONTROL
I will never trust another man EVER!
I am the only one who provides and sacrifices EVERYTHING
I give and give out of terror and you take ALL of me!
You need me to continue...Keeping us all connected



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A promise to NOT respect your sense of style, most of the time.

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A promise one day you'll meet another man this AWFUL

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A promise to provide for you, no matter what.

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Keeping us all connected.

[He was right.
A couple of months and two pink lines with a hold on being with others until after it was positive.
I want to die.
Why didn't she protect me?
As long as I am wearing what you want. There is no respect for me as a human.
I am nothing but your property and incubator!
You only trust me when I am under your complete CONTROL
I will never trust another man EVER!
I am the only one who provides and sacrifices EVERYTHING
I give and give out of terror and you take ALL of me!
You need me to continue...Keeping us all connected



[clipping: Unlike drugs, a child's body can be sold over and over]
This is not surprising but there is no such thing as a child prostitute!
They are children and cannot consent!
They are missing the biggest in my own backyard and so many more!
Like Mar-a-lago and where I see Mr. Joe and Mrs. Anne.



"our finance department
deals with all the paperwork.
Unfortunately the finance
department is also family.
Who Knew?

I was Born a Slave

Life in a Parallel Universe

Unlike drugs, a woman's body can be sold over and over

"The slaves in
Lake Placid were
invisible.... People
were playing golf
at the retirement
community, and right
behind them was
a slave camp."

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[This is not surprising but there is no such thing as a child prostitute!
They are children and cannot consent!
They are missing the biggest in my own backyard and so many more!
Like Mar-a-lago and where I see Mr. Joe and Mrs. Anne.]

One U.S. shelter has rescued 10,000 child prostitutes Sociologist Lois Lee, right, has spent 24 years working with children from 11 to 17 years old who've been trafficked by pimps. One young resident, left, at her Children of the Night shelter in southern California was forced to work as a prostitute in Oregon, Washington, Idaho, and Nevada before escaping her captor. "The sexual exploitation of American children cuts across every economic, ethnic, and social line," Lee says. "This is not just a Third World problem."

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Please release me from this torture and hell!



The headline below is not a
metaphor. This story is about
slaves. Not people living like
slaves, working hard for lousy
pay. Not people 200 years ago.
It's about 27 million people
worldwide who are bought and
sold, held captive, brutalized,
exploited for profit. It's about
21st CENTURY
SLAVES

release (ri-les') v. -leased, -leas•ing. 1. to set
free from confinement, restraint, or involuntary servitude.
2. To set free. 3. To allow the performance, sale,
publication, or circulation of. 4. To relinquish. —n. 1.
The act of liberating, releasing. 2. A device for locking
or releasing a mechanism. [< Lat. relaxare. to
relax.] —re•leas'a•ble adj. —re•leas'er n.

Pesrlaeermh
laeeesmFOti

troradei'.
otuenhi

[Please release me from this torture and hell!]



Controlled ALL by Jeffrey!
All the time!
Get away from it all.
And go to New Mexico? What in the hell?
This makes no sense. What about school?
Behind the scenes.
He is now controlling EVERYTHING when it used to be Ghislaine who some days acts like she hates me.
Secrets of... all of them.
I am tired of keeping this secret.
I know people are wondering but I can't tell!
I am exhausted!
Broken promises...I don't understate why she is treating me on some days like I'm the enemy but then we lay in bed together and she is how she used to be, warm.
He makes her feel my tummy and it's so sad and confusing.
Superior gene pool ?!? Why me?
It makes no sense.
Why my hair color and eye color?
That feels very Nazi like but in think[ing] about these stupid insane theories he has I guess in his mind it makes sense.
The piano and music comments are made to convince me this is right and will create perfect offspring he calls them.
I don't think it works that way and its making me hate playing altogether.
Piano or viola. I am starting to resent them both.
I miss the person I was before I was made into what feels as a human incubator.



SPECIAL NUTRITION

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AIhtm
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[Controlled ALL by Jeffrey!
All the time!]

Get away
from it all!

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Timksoeswaaotoot?
hsaeNSne.ntbusho

[And go to New Mexico? What in the hell?
This makes no sense. What about school?]

BEHIND THE SCENES

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saoensanwootusciennn.Se.

[He is now controlling EVERYTHING
when it used to be Ghislaine who some days acts like she hates me.]

Secrets of

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[ Secrets of... all of them.
I am tired of keeping this secret.
I know people are wondering but I can't tell!
I am exhausted!]

Broken Promises

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[I don't understate why she is treating me
on some days like I'm the enemy
but then we lay in bed together and she is how she used to be, warm.
He makes her feel my tummy and it's so sad and confusing.]

superior
Gene Pool ?!?

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[Why me?
It makes no sense.
Why my hair color and eye color?
That feels very Nazi like but in think[ing] about these stupid insane theories he has I guess in his mind it makes sense.
The piano and music comments are made to convince me this is right and will create perfect offspring he calls them.
I don't think it works that way and its making me hate playing altogether.
Piano or viola. I am starting to resent them both.
I miss the person I was before I was made into what feels as a human incubator.]



My friend [DELETE] realized much of everything and came to get me out of Marys.
She made me leave all things of value on the bed.
She put all my belongings in trash bags.
I have maybe avoided NM.
I have been staying with friends but never more than two or three nights because my mother is on the war path.
[DELETE] have been so great but [DELETE] saw me changing and knows about
the baby.
He said he promises to help me and we will figure out what to do



'I couldn't
stay under
the same
roof'

your life
It's a whole new life. And here to make things a little easier is the affordable New Mexico. A roomy, versatile
will never
minivan with front wheel drive and hefty V6 power. You'll soon find out that it's the best ally a parent can have.
be the same
So prepare yourself. Ready or not, life will never be the same.





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[DELETE] aiemcoeeynnadaeoemotf

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besge [DELETE] hnignkosbuteay.eadermssoepe
enora [DELETE] agradnwaothbbHSihpoiethim

adeiliueuwatd
nwwifgrothtoo

[Walk down Madison Avenue to 71st St.
My mother has lost her fucking mind. Even though Ghislane said it was best to take me home
because Mr. Black is so important for some reason over my health.
There is going to be hell to pay. I ruined their trip and I am dramatic when that fat fuck bit me!
He threw me on the floor and blood all over Jeffreys carpet and I am the issue?
Who the fuck bites someone? Sick!
No one is that important and Leon can go fuck himself.
I hate New York!]

[DELETE]

[DELETE]



My heart belonged to her.
She was so very beautiful.
She was perfect. I cant bring myself to write what happened.
I am beyond broken.
I only got 10 to 15 minutes to hold and feed her before they took her.
She is mine!
I want her back!!!
Distraught!]



She
is gone
and she
won't be
coming
back

[DELETE]
[DELETE]

Child

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new

Whose names you meditate —
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little

Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical

Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.

28 January 1963

My heart belonged to her

She was so very
beautiful

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nyoItImntSoodnfehreoe

tetohr.himnlatebe
hyokesesie."wnhrak!!!

DSruh
ltagt!

["She was taken to Epstein's island.
They drugged her, raped her, and threatened to kill her if she spoke. DS [David Schoen?] is involved."]

[I cant bring myself to write what happened.
I am beyond broken.
I only got 10 to 15 minutes to hold and feed her before they took her.
She is mine!
I want her back!!!
Distraught!]



HELP ME
PLEASE CANT ANYONE FIND ME?
[clipping with date, National Geographic, September 2003
INHUMAN PROFIT]
Barely (survived all those) procedures.
My heart is GONE.

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concerned, every day

HER PASSION is dead

FAREWELL TO
A PRINCESS, AND
TO AN ANGEL

HLM
EPE!

PESCN
LAEAT

AYNFNM
NOEIDE!

[HELP ME
PLEASE CANT ANYONE FIND ME?]

INHUMAN
PROFIT
[NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC SEPTEMBER 2003]

Brl
aey

[barely]

Survived all those

Poeue
rcdrs

[Procedures]

left behind

My heart is
GONE



April 22nd I had no choice.
I wasnt ready and she wasnt ready.
My mother had found me and it was urgent.
After so many bonding moments with Jeffrey, Ghislaine, their baby inside me with me in the middle she wouldn't even look at me.
We said nothing to one another and I was so confused.
When we arrived at Palm Beach I was taken to a house close to Jeffreys I think called Ocean Blvd or St.
But it was close and I was ALONE except for a new driver not Mr. Juan.
An elderly French lady whose pictures on the wall didn't have her.
She had a thick accent and was kind.
Said she had been born to deliver babies and had been doing so before I was born.
Similar as the last one with shot and hook but too much blood with so much water and unbearable pain.
She put her hands inside of me and seemed worried.
I didnt understand. Something about the baby facing wrong way and putting ...
(next page)



steals the baby

ta
ht

[that]

brought her such joy

I love her
so much

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[Chatgpt: Ariz didn’t have no choice. I wasn’t ready and she wasn’t ready. My mother had found me, and it was urgent. After some moments with Jeffrey, Ghislaine, their baby inside me, with me in the middle. She wouldn’t even look at me. We said nothing to one another, and I was so confused. When we arrived, I was taken to a house close to Jeffrey’s. I think it [was] called “Ocean …” but it was close, and I was ALONE except for a new driver, not Mr. Juan A. Nieder, whose pictures on the wall I didn’t have…her. She had a accent and was kind. Said she had been born to a ... Nurse Sarah had been doing this before I was born—similar as the last one—with shot and hook, but too much blood, with so much water, and unbearable pain. She put her hands inside me and seemed worried. I didn’t understand something about the baby facing [the] wrong way and putting…



pressure on a placenta?
Things would have to be different.
She said I had to be brave and strong and listen to her directions so she could help safely get the baby out.
I was TERRIFIED seeing so much blood on the bed and floor and started to panic.
She had me flip over to my hands and knees and had me push and push and it was so excruciating.
I could feel everything as she tried to guide the baby out but I was so tired.
I felt I was dying but suddenly she had caught a beautiful baby girl who made more than a whimper but beautiful cries.
She let me hold her and washed her and brought her back clean and perfect.
She smelled so good and showed me how to feed her.
But only after maybe 15 minutes Mr. M came to take her. I was hysterical! and begging for more time.
He said those horrible girls were in the car waiting but I wouldn't let her go.
The old woman promised me she would be safe and I had to let go. 4 pounds 10 ounces 18. 5 inches long with beautiful long fingers.
I am dead inside.
Life has no meaning.
I don't want to be here.



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[pressure on a placenta?
Things would have to be different.
She said I had to be brave and strong and listen to her directions so she could help safely get the baby out.
I was TERRIFIED seeing so much blood on the bed and floor and started to panic.
She had me flip over to my hands and knees and had me push and push and it was so excruciating.
I could feel everything as she tried to guide the baby out but I was so tired.
I felt I was dying but suddenly she had caught a beautiful baby girl who made more than a whimper but beautiful cries.
She let me hold her and washed her and brought her back clean and perfect.
She smelled so good and showed me how to feed her.
But only after maybe 15 minutes Mr. M came to take her. I was hysterical! and begging for more time.
He said those horrible girls were in the car waiting but I wouldn't let her go.
The old woman promised me she would be safe and I had to let go. 4 pounds 10 ounces 18. 5 inches long with beautiful long fingers.
I am dead inside.
Life has no meaning.
I don't want to be here.]



Edge

The girl is perfected.
Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity

Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.

Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little

Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded

Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden

Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet deep throats of the night flower.

The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.

5 February 1963



Jean Luc Brunel is a disgusting pig with bad breath and I am almost positive does these disgusting things because he is struggling with maybe being gay!

6 weeks wasnt even given before being sent back.

Punishment for trying to run.

Why can no one help me.

Ghislaine is gone.

I am so lost and my heart is broken.

Is this my...destiny.



WHEN YOURE LEARNING ABOUT LIFE,
THE WORLD IS YOUR CLASSROOM.
WE LIVE WHERE YOU LIVE.

NEVER PROTECTED from the family firm

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eriboe

ttim
shsy ...

Destiny

[Jean Luc Brunel is a disgusting pig with bad breath and I am almost positive does these disgusting things because he is struggling with maybe being gay!

6 weeks wasnt even given before being sent back.

Punishment for trying to run.

Why can no one help me.

Ghislaine is gone.

I am so lost and my heart is broken.

Is this my...destiny.]



I need them, everyone...all to see.
I still always dream to build a better world.
She went firm being a beautiful young girl to a sad broken child...
but maybe a hope that after it all, I still truly had it within herself.
One day I aspire to be like this...
she came in like a lamb and went out like a lioness.



ledhm.vroe ...
neteeeyn

all to see.

I'm not a political animal, but I
think the biggest disease this world
suffers from in this day and age is
the disease of people feeling
unloved.'

When I go to sleep at
night I know I've
done my best

itlawy
siiias

[it is always]

dream to build a better world

She went from being
a beautiful young

grtaaboecid...
iiosdrknhl

btabaoehtfeial.sil
umyehptaatrtlltl

[girl is too sad, broken child
but maybe a hope that after it all I still]

oealsieceiehs...
nayaprtblkti...

[but maybe a hope that after it all I still]

SHE CAME IN
LIKE A LAMB
AND WENT
OUT LIKE
A LIONESS

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The Jailer

My night sweats grease his breakfast plate.
The same placard of blue fog is wheeled into position
With the same trees and headstones.
Is that all he can come up with,
The rattler of keys?

I have been drugged and raped.
Seven hours knocked out of my right mind
Into a black sack
Where I relax, foetus or cat,
Lever of his wet dreams.

Something is gone.
My sleeping capsule, my red and blue zeppelin
Drops me from a terrible altitude.
Carapace smashed,
I spread to the beaks of birds.

O little gimlets—
What holes this papery day is already full of!
He has been burning me with cigarettes,
Pretending I am a negress with pink paws.
I am myself. That is not enough.

The fever trickles and stiffens in my hair.
My ribs show. What have I eaten?
Lies and smiles.
Surely the sky is not that color,
Surely the grass should be rippling.

All day, gluing my church of burnt matchsticks,
I dream of someone else entirely.
And he, for this subversion,
Hurts me, he
With his armor of fakery,

His high cold masks of amnesia.
How did I get here?
Indeterminate criminal,
I die with variety —
Hung, starved, burned, hooked.

I imagine him
Impotent as distant thunder,
In whose shadow I have eaten my ghost ration.
I wish him dead or away.
That, it seems, is the impossibility.

That being free. What would the dark
Do without fevers to eat?
What would the light
Do without eyes to knife, what would he
Do, do, do without me?

17 October 1962



We, your blood family, will do all we can...
The purchase price
The management costs

TsnyuwyntkaayulfTcigieihhree
Oedoaaaaaewyorie.ikntmwtsotnd

ShdlsnWiigLMasndytfthshdlnovlmn!
ceveadavnALYbetasoiteceuigriee

wswrht?ootnwrht.koleehvbe
aiotiNdnasetainwnvraeen.

[ChatGPR: TO send you away and take away your life —
Ticking time with shortened …

Schedules and waiving ALL MY absent days
to fit the scheduling of vile men!

Was it worth it? No, don’t answer that —
I know I never have been.]



bigbeuelowaMVciosn
enalttlyuhts.ikdead

waralhpesnLnCloeo
hteiyapniFadA.hpyu

dneemeftiWisenrh
otvretapgentiote

rest

[being able to tell you what Ms Vicki does and
what really happens in FL and CA
I hope you don’t ever meet fat pig Weinstein,
or the rest]

nt
o
To [DELETE]
July 20, 200_
Hope you like your banner!
I worked super hard on it jus'
for you! I'm so happy that
we're so close now and don't
worry, I won't forget about you
while I'm in California and
Florida. I mean, who could forget
you! *lol* N-E-Way, H's been great! tty!!

Beyond Our Town: Where the Wilder Things Are



For all
the Bills
out
there
worrying
about
their
Chelseas.

Harvard.

Even from a
thousand
miles away,
old, men and children

idenmtehwaaayurnmtehw
tortatrofrwyoae,oatro

goyuhnteae.vnhodrsdnTewlgt
OdOtikhyreetelpeiet!hyile

YU.ehudaeenhniafhleGos!npge.n
OHSolhvbetiknocesa!rslalno

aahiNiDateiead.nhilniPlpah
Yctny,NC,thvnyrotesad.namec

Idenmte,DrutnpglkAlnoshwtod
tostatr.igsisisieieDucei2n

McrtesneeMllmilvtoepcalyfhsanibsont
r.avhradvhrsawihryuseilliGiliesuyro
wt yu!
ih o

[It doesn't matter how far away you are
no matter how good you think they are
even the old president
They will get
YOU. He should have been thinking of Chelsea.
Gross!
In a plane, a Yacht in NY,
at the vineyard,
on the island in Palm Beach
It doesn't matter
Disgusting pigs like Alan Dousche and
Mr. Carruthers, and even Mr. lslam
[ILLEGIBLE], especially if Ghislaine is busy or not
with you.]



... & tears

never imagined the
tears
her future held

poured out an ocean of tears.

PAIN

'I've got
myself a
winner'

lelrknnehutd.asFcig
feboeadxaselmoukn

trdFhsikntitdae"hts
ieotiscadwse"g"mtai

cviguhhsclneoinlan!
asnscpyiaadmtoapi

[“I feel broken and exhausted, and I can’t….
Tired of this. I can’t take that,” she said,
giving up has come on, causing such physical and emotional pain”]



Victim of His Own

MAYBE
MAYBE SHE'S BORN INTO IT.

NEVER TO BE
SEEN & HEARD

One minute I was a
nobody, the next a stealth closer"

High excitement videos of
A child
all night

A Risky
Power Play

LUXURY
Lifestyles
of the Rich & perverse

HE WANTED young Girls a TEEN blonde
beauty
SHE WANTED her childhood back

No men she trusted

the painful moments

the truth betrayed
broke her heart.



Congratulations

WORLD'S
GREATEST
GRADUATE



[DELETE]
Only once is it possible for someone to find
a woman with such unsurpassed beauty.
Every moment in your presence is like experiencing
heaven on Earth.
The sound of your voice tickling my ears
is like the sound of angels singing!
But when we are about, Oh! The agony! I
long just to have you in my gaze.
I sit about, longing to be near you, longing
for your sweet soprano to fill the air.
But I rest with the knowledge that I will
see you again soon, another day, another dream...
-Anonymous
(for now)



weeping teenage
girl in the small
dark hours just
before dawn.

Balancing act

BATTLE

Beauty Dies

shattered

No dreams

her tragic end

ATTACKED

And it was a long,

tragic trail of tears.

PICTURE
PERFECT

giggly, natural, soft
kindhearted
CUTE SHY GIRL

intelligence
simplicity
born humble
small
generous
little
traits
Jeffrey Loves
For the person
who has everything

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The Fearful

This man makes a pseudonym
And crawls behind it like a worm.

This woman on the telephone
Says she is a man, not a woman.

The mask increases, eats the worm,
Stripes for mouth and eyes and nose,

The voice of the woman hollows—
More and more like a dead one,

Worms in the glottal stops.
She hates

The thought of a baby --
Stealer of cells, stealer of beauty --

She would rather be dead than fat,
Dead and perfect, like Nefertit,

Hearing the fierce mask magnify
The silver Iimbo of each eye

Where the child can never swim,
Where there is only him and him.

16 November 1962



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ntqasotrod.temmrlktah!
oeuimrogoisesoeiers

PLEASE BEHAVE LIKE THE EVOLVED HOMO SAPIEN YOU ARE
AND KINDLY REFRAIN FROM LICKING.

ycyvteenbhv.
ukbthyateae!!

what if
you didn't have to worry about

horror island

Photos

the unexpected visit from

teiqsigrtiy'fnoevralmtneblaanwiismnn
hdsutnMsaeiaynecciseikrelgiilIoeyia!

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eateintcimtawehnsassia

Dmosolhvclenmhtneun!
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"yueenvrvr
ovbeaey.ey

Naughty Girl

[These pigs who call themselves smart and talk about Harvard act worse than animals! They make a bad name for animals! Just fucking sick! Mr. Sauerkraut Krauss and the Martian Minsky are gross but I felt sort of sorry for Mr. Nowack. He was as uncomfortable as me. Ivy leagues schools does not equal smart or good. It seems more like trash!
[Please behave like the evolved homo sapien you are and kindly refrain from licking."]
Yucky but they can't behave!
["What if you didn't have to worry about horror island"
Photos
the unexpected visit from]
The disgusting Mr. Staley if anyone ever calls me tinkerbell again I will lose my mind.
He left bloody marks on my arms from his belt and thought he had the right to call me that when he has ears as big as Dumbo. I should have called him that in return.
You've been a very, very

["Naughty Girl"]]



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tikagigorawyolte

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bigfinaduevdo!asboe
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aettptAOlbhrseassae

bcueatoiknwsunnuwtfvr
easlosscadabrigpihee

seumifeznclsoelatohs!
hptenreigodhwr!cndti

[I think I’m going to break! Why would they all allow Mr. Leonsis wait this long?
Why would he bring a friend and make a video?
I am so broken and the procedure was so painful and blood all over the sheets.
I cant play this “game” anymore.
I have to ask Ghislaine for help.
If anyone can make it stop it would be her?
She was so scared because I got so sick and was burning up with a fever. She put me in freezing cold shower!
I cant do this!]

A LOT OF COLD SHOWERS

Blood on Their Hands

NO doctor

TALK TO NO
DOCTOR

damage.

dead

"If you don't know,
you can't help!"

MRisnMEn
r.aladr.i

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usdejfryn

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r.adsn.rowy

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r.rdnegnBlS.

ALthmhdncr
Lotewootae

itihpes!
ensapn

[Mr. Rails and Mr. Ein [clipping: blood on their hands]
but so does Jeffrey and Mr. Jacobson. Mr. Conway
Mr. Vradenberg and Bill's.
All of them who don't care if this happens!]





Perfectly functional.
Even if they aren't

that's good
performance

Looking for help?

The solution is

DEATH

emergency

Play games
with the whole world?

In a
spontaneous
outpouring of
grief

THE ART OF PERFORMANCE: THE MAKING OF A
more powerful
family.

And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
-- from Ariel, by Sylvia Plath

A DEEP, DEEP SLEEP

loneliness

until she cried

one little child.

control
power and
young KIDS



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[That company doesn’t protect kids!
They’ve set out to find us. And they are
Everywhere! No escape.]

Fatal Attraction to
just little You
Genes

YOU KNOW.
YOU DO NOT HAVE A CHOICE.

in his little plan



DARED
TO SEARCH
FOR
MEANING.

The
anti-war
plane.

'I understand.
how they feel,
what they're
going through
because I've
gone through
it too'

[DELETE]

[DELETE]

[DELETE]

I'll fight to the end

WITHOUT
MARTIN LUTHER KING
2003
WOULD LOOK A LOT LIKE
1963

'I want to make
people's lives better &
change the world'



To A Dear Granddaughter
On Your Graduation Day

13 JUN
2003

[DELETE]



For
Graduation,
I wanted
to give
you something
I was
absolutely sure
you didn't
have...

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https://www.justice.gov/epstein/files/D ... 731254.pdf



Re: [DELETE]

[DELETE] Trauma Journal from [DELETE]

The journal is called an "upside-down" book. Patients like [DELETE] wrote their entries on the righthand side of the notebook, and then doctors, staff and other patients would write on the back of those pages, upside down — words of encouragement and positive thoughts. Everything is in chronological order and the writings and notes from other people were made contemporaneously, in 2012.

Below are excerpts from some of her entries from her Trauma Journal:

• May 15, 2012
• June 5, 2012
• June 12, 2012
• June 24, 2012
• July 6, 2012
• July 7, 2012
• July 8, 2012



May 15, 2012

I am going to make the goal of writing at least twice a week, maybe more but I always say that and never do. But since its for trauma no one has to see it.

At the end of my stay, I'm going to have all of the staff sign this book the right way up with the person I'm most able to talk to be the first.

At first when I heard it was approved I thought Id be mil to Arizona but when they said [DELETE] was best fit because I'm able to work with [DELETE] I wanted to scream and cry because I haven't been back to Florida since my last time with Ghislaine and Jeffrey so that was so scary and I didn't want to have a man therapist even if he does know about[DELETE] I won't be able to talk to him even though it turns out that he is super nice and understands me.

The flight wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I felt weird to be on a plane with so many other people since I was always on private planes but I think I liked it better. More safe.

The flight attendant, I wish I got her name, she could tell I was scared so first she introduced me to the pilot and I kept looking to make sure it wasn't one of Jeffrey's pilots that could be co-pilot but it wasn't. During the flight she would make sure I was okay and kept giving me free snacks and drinks and when I got really scared as we were getting closer she looked at fun magazines with me. I started getting really scared once we landed because I had to meet a driver and I was terrified that maybe this was a set-up and when I got off the plane I'd see Mr. Juan or maybe even Ghislaine but the flight attendant didn't make me go alone. She walked with me to get my things and then helped me to find the driver and checked to make sure he knew where he was taking me.

The drive was super scary. The man was nice but the car was too much like Ghislaine's. Why do so many people drive BLACK cars in Florida with windows that seem so dark.

And he was nice but it hard because I was trying to stop the memories and I started to have internal panic as I was looking out the windows because it looks so much like we were heading right to Jeffrey's house and I really started to think I'd been set up and we'd soon see his stupid, gross, disgusting pink "mansion" at any time and I don't know if I am even that close to there but the roads felt the same because everything is so flat here.

I couldn't manage because I was becoming more and more convinced he was kidnapping me and I would have to face Jeffrey against after leaving how I did so all I could make out was "yes" "no" "thank you" and some "uh huhs" so he probably thinks I'm so rude. It ended up being fine but it was super hard to keep it together. The campus is beautiful but the pool reminds me too much of bad things so I won't be going to that. It has changed a lot since I couldn't manage because I was becoming more and more convinced he was kidnapping me and I would have to face Jeffrey against after leaving how I did so all I could make out was "yes" "no" "thank you" and some "uh huhs" so he probably thinks I'm so rude. It ended up being fine but it was super hard to keep it together. The campus is beautiful but the pool reminds me too much of bad things so I won't be going to that. It has changed a lot since [DELETE] [DELETE] so maybe they got money from that to make it so pretty.

And [DELETE] is really nice but I still wish I could have gotten a girl therapist because I know I won't be able to talk about any of this trauma. I don't like to go to the groups outside of the healing garden or the other building because I get so much panic that I think Jeffrey or Ghislaine will just pop up.



May 25. 2012

...Like the idiot that I am did happy claps and quickly realized what I was doing and he said I immediately had a change in body language and looked distant and sad and asked why something happy made me so sad and I wanted to tell how even being here is traumatic and that I'm so scared that Jeffrey is around every corner but then I remember the rules. ....

I'm so fucked up being down here again. But no words would come. But I told him that I was writing about it and that I started to confide a bit in [DELETE] [DELETE] and my friend [DELETE].

I've slowly started to tell her what happened with Jeffrey and Ghislaine and why nighttime is especially hard here.

There are times I can tell she does not really think Ghislaine is very good but she doesn't want to upset me.

... I need more clarification about the rules and what stuff must be reported, especially since I'm in [DELETE] I want to be able to tell [DELETE] every single thing ....

I'm not even sure how you're supposed to talk about something like that. I don't know how to say the words out loud. I can't. I think if I were to talk about all of my trauma everyone would think I am bad and I don't want that.

[DELETE] suggested that I try to write it all out or maybe put it in this weird list type thing but I don't dare do that tonight. I'm way too anxious.



June 5, 2012

I wish I could rip all these pages out and rewrite them nicely, but [DELETE] says I can't. Not everything has to be perfect and definitely not a book that no one will ever see. I got two more stickers in my fun book and that makes me so proud! That sounds pathetic. But I am learning to trust [DELETE] more and more even though he's a man. I'm still terrified that Jeffrey will walk through the door at any moment but now that I'be [I've] been here for almost a month, things have become routine which I'm sooo grateful for.

June 12, 2012

[DELETE] keeps reminding me that I don't need to be so rigid and uniform and it's okay to sometimes break certain rules but I don't think that's exactly right.

[DELETE] never stops bragging about her stupid beauty pageant... [DELETE] is just mean and I never want to be in the room with her .. and I was SO wrong about [DELETE]. She isn't nearly as kind as I thought she was and [DELETE] doesn't understand why its triggering and I can't tell him. [DELETE] reminds me so much of [DELETE] but not as bad. At least she's teaching me how to write things in Japanese rather than teaching me how to do grown up things ... she trusted me with a secret she had to confess.

But I think [DELETE] will be proud of how I handled it. He asked me today if I have been writing about my trauma but I haven't been really so I decided I would do that tonight since [DELETE] [DELETE]. I know it's because of the new trio that formed. I talked to [DELETE] this evening and I pretty much told her everything except for the [DELETE]. I can't write the other word and she seems so upset by everything that I felt it was something that didn't need to be said. I know she is safe, but she kept asking me if I understood that nothing Ghislaine did was "normal in any family setting" but I tried to explain to her, but she didn't understand. I have a feeling she doesn't believe that Ghislaine didn't know about anyone else but Jeffrey.

She would try to speak really gently and calmly that it doesn't make sense for her to be so close and to now know, especially since so many men were up from the city and the fact that I met her and Jeffrey up near the city but started getting really really super distressed and thank goodness [DELETE] was there and started to count my fingers because I couldn't breathe. I genuinely felt like I was dying of a heart attack (which the nurse said it was a panic attack and not a heart-attack) but it felt like one. She thinks I should tell [DELETE] and that it would be helpful for me but I made sure she remembered her promise to me about not telling anyone since I made the same. She said it would always be safe with her and I know she's being honest. I think.

I told her I would consider telling [DELETE] who has officially become my most favorite counselor here. But I told her I may not be able to tell her names because of my promise and now I think even [DELETE] would have to tell.



And that made me more scared because she reminds me of [DELETE] and she has the female version
accent of Jeffrey so I'm just a mess and nodded and she said in such a funny way.

[DELETE] had the same idea about maybe writing out a list or timeline of my trauma just to myself
and then maybe once I'm able to share then it will be kept safe until that time. I think I will try to
do that but there isn't the time tonight.

June 24, 2012

[DELETE] family but I was convinced it was to meet Jeffrey, so I tucked myself in so tight under
the table, covered my ears and the voice just continues. The next thing I know I have staff and
other girls who didn't have family surrounding me and had cold ice in my hand. I was searching
desperately for [DELETE], but she wasn't there and [DELETE] was trying to convince me that it
was safe to come out but I wouldn't until [DELETE] finally came. Everyone was just staring at me, and
it was so embarrassing and I asked [DELETE] what happened but she said that it wasn't important to
talk about. Remembered I was supposed to go see [DELETE] so I asked [DELETE] to walk me to the door
and it was a parent with the same accent. I wanted to just scream. I was very quickly okay though
because [DELETE] family bought me the most lovely stuffed animal giraffe that plays a lullaby and
he moves his head.

I talked more with [DELETE] and told her about [DELETE] and she cried and I wasn't sure how to
handle that because I wasn't sure if she was mad at me or sad but I hugged her and she hugged
back so tight. I don't think that helped me though. They say getting things out will help but that
part only made me feel like a monster.

July 6, 2012

I made my first intentional eye contact and so many people saw and cried. And poor [DELETE] was so
upset because it wasn't with him despite the many weeks of the dog card, but it was with [DELETE]
[DELETE], after I had an absolute meltdown over the meal room being changed. I did it! I did it!

July 7, 2012

I made her promise until 108 years old and we pinky swore. I met my goal of connecting with a
staff member and I told her everything. She is safe and I know it will be safe with her. She said as
long as I'm wearing her bracelet. I am safe to now write the trauma in here. I don't need to be
detailed but for me to process and understand. She doesn't think I have a full understanding and
thinks one day I'll need and want to process it with a grown up when and if I am ready but she
wouldn't explain the things she felt I didn't understand. I promised I would do that as soon as she
left and so I know I must do it before she gets back for lights out. I'm not sure how to do this but
I'll do my best and if I did it wrong I'm sure she'll say something.

• From 16-18 — Mary, Eddie, Jeffrey, Ghislaine, Trio sent to many in DC, NY, FL, island, too many (I hate [DELETE] HATE)



How in the hell am I suppose to have "radical acceptance" of these things? It's a horror story that
I survived why was I allowed to survive? Am I a monster? I wish [DELETE] would hurry up and
come back because I don't know if Ghislaine should be in there. [DELETE] and [DELETE] thinks so,
[DELETE] thinks so but what am I missing? Why won't [DELETE] say? I'm going to ask as soon as
she returns. I don't want to radically accept. I want to know why. What could I possibly learn from
this? A priest! I planned that out so well. He couldn't talk or tell. He is supposed to be good. Why?
I need to go find [DELETE] and ask for medication.

July 8, 2012

I don't want to leave any time soon. I don't feel ready. I mean I do with eating, I won't put my
recovery in danger but I can't radically accept. [DELETE] and [DELETE] assured me they'd find a team
back home to help me but do I even deserve help unraveling all of that? I feel so stressed out and
overwhelmed and I have so many questions. No one is safe outside of here so how I will ever
understand if I have to keep the promise. [DELETE] says that was a bad promise but its all so
confusing. I don't think I will write more. I think I've fulfilled the assignment and won't have time once I return home and have to go back to school, work, and having the boys.