DEAR DIARY.
July 30 1918.
I cant talk long the marton wants us all down at the court yard to give us anything that we have. The war not getting better, at night you can hear tanks pass the orphanage or the bombs going of in the distance. Marton is a hot piece of junk but she'll never like me cause im ugly af. I just want to confess my dying love for her.
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Dear Diary
Historical Fictiona girl living through World War 1 . her name was Mae John an orphan. follow her in her diary as she goes through pain, blood, and tears
