December 21, 2023

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Dear Diary,

I can't move on darling, when I think of dying. Though physically 18. I'm mentally 15. Since you left for heaven. I've reverted back. A kind of innocence back. Each birthday hurts. Just take me back there please. I don't want to be 19.

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I'm in love with a dead man.✓
Dec 21, 2023 · 38 views

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