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Dear Diary,
I've made my decision.
I haven't quite collected myself yet...or my thoughts. But then I suppose once this is finished I won't have to think about him anymore.
The man with the furry coat and the faceless grin.
He told me I'll never be accepted.
Although, we don't speak much anymore, not since I lost it.
I suppose this will be the second loss this year.
o
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