27; mad

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19/3/2021

Dearest Kiyoko,

I feel as though I'm going mad, my brain becoming clouded and my judgement disappearing, only being heightened by you.

This is an illness I certainly will never recover from and it's the way my very soul exists for you.

When I tell you the others who flock to you in the halls like pigs and to a farmer aren't truly concerned about your wellbeing you listen to me now, turning away from them and walking, pushing me ahead in this disgusting chair.

We are closer than ever as we near the end of our days.

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