diary entry #1

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August 28, 2015

So, this is real life. This isn't a dream. You're really dead. Yesterday, it was hard, seeing you like that. I didn't make it in time. I got there just to see you kill yourself. do you know how much pain I went through? I tried to get you to cough up all of those pills. I really did. They said it was too late. Is it too late to say that I love you?

Haz, your prince, your love, your everything. x

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