May 16th: He died--The page was still wet when I grabbed it, like she was crying when writing it. He looked around searching for her, but it was too late. He gasped, there was a note on the table and it could read "I'm sorry, it's too painful". A tear rolled down his face, she was already gone--
Diaries, journals, same thing. I received a diary once, don't quite know how long ago, and I just came across it today. It's blank. There's nothing there. But-- I remember that when I received it, someone told me it should be written on every day, and it should contain the good and the bad moments of that same day. Even though it's blank I know it had something written, from when I was about nine, it said--
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