AN OLD DIARY

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Where's the old diary? - she asked.
I was so comtemplated to just ignore the question and turn my head to the other way,
But she was there standing,
Wearing a red dress and holding a knife in her right hand,
She looked angry,
But she said "I'm fine thank you.."

Where's the old diary? - she asked.
I showed her,
I brought her to the place where people usually throw rubbish at,
And she smiled,
She said "If it's the best, I'll leave the rest.."

She took the knife out and put it on my neck,
she then said "Before I leave, I'll kill you slowly.."

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