Dear Diary,
My hope has completely burned with time.
I no longer hold the choices, I thought I'd own forever.
I am now floating through a river of red blood that I had bled from his pain.
I could have sworn that this was all a dream.
How could this possibly happen to me?
But the taste of this blood is sweet and suddenly I'm sinking.
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