Entry One-Monday

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Dear Diary,

I don’t know why I still do this. Every year I fill at least one journal with my pointless musings but after four years I feel no better. I am no better. 20 years old and I still have the same darkness in my heart as age sixteen. Roses will never bloom in this dark heart. I wish they would; I love flowers.

-Lilah

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