Dear Journal,
It's over.
I'm insane.
They all think I'm insane.
But I saw Rosie. I saw Death.
I swear I did.
Rosie was tiny and in a bowl.
Death had a mask and cloak and a scythe.
He wanted to hug me and hold me close to him. He wanted to reunite me and Rosie together in that bowl.
Tell me, Journal.
Is that insane?
Sincerely,
Will
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Dear Journal,
Non-FictionWill's beloved Rosie is long gone. All he has left if her is a picture, her diary and memories, regrets and broken promises. Book Two in the Dear Diary Series Book one: Dear Diary
