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Dear Diary,
I am drunk. Drunk to hell.
I’ve been out all night with him. I've been surrounded.
It's been a dark day, darker than usual but I can dance and I’ll make up songs for us to sing!
...I’m sorry, I’m not quite myself, I've never felt so alive.
Tonight has been a night to forget, forget about family, forget about love, forget about trust. I cannot move to my own beat.
In spite of everything, he’s still with me, he’s always here. My shaggy clump of despair, he’s all around me.
For a moment this evening I was free. Sadly, it was only a moment…
Yours always, o
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