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Dear Diary,
Today I feel the lowest I've ever felt.
I've always struggled to articulate this kind of feeling. A dull ache. A kind of drifting into my worst fears.
It's funny I'm even addressing you with these thoughts.
Diary, my dear Diary.
It's hard to avoid these kind of clichés when you have this feeling reaching inside.
Tearing apart originality and creativity, leaving a black hole...
...a black hole where he roams.
Yours truly,
o
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