Young Blood

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Dear Diary,

Today I decided to move out from the place I was staying in because apparently many negroes had started coming in. I was always warned to stay away from them because of how dangerous they could be.I am currently hiding in a shed of some farm that I found along the roads. Many buggies passed by me and each one always fascinated me. I have never been able to ride in one and hoped to some day.My thoughts always get distracted from all the visions I have been having lately. The voice in my head gets louder and more aggressive each time.

It says to me, " Go now..no more time left...head east."

But later I noticed, there was no buggies around and everything was silent. I got out of the shed, thinking that I needed a walk. A big flock of birds passed by and many shadows swarmed across me. The visions got more gory and I saw many people committing suicide at once.There was a well full of blood and everyone around it was crying. Everyone I knew was holding a cup of blood. At first, I had gotten confused but later I realized that this was my future and it had to be done.


May 19, 1950









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