What year is it...2

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6/5/20–

Dear diary,

Hello...it's ——— again. I can't believe that I'm still writing in this after all this time. At this point this book is the therapy I obviously need. You, diary, know this the most. Sad, isn't it? I'm considering to stop writing in you, but I can't. Where would I even get rid of you? It would need to be a special place. That aside, it's once again my birthday. This year the old man down the street gave me a pen. He asked if I like the escape from everything. I do. I hope I have a good day. 

From,
—y—-

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