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Roses pov-

I sit on Diana's bed. She's gone. Up in the sky where she is watching. Watching me read her Diary. I never knew all of this. Her blades. Under her shirts in the drawer. Notes she got in her locker about her. Harsh names i wouldn't want to get told.

I feel my eyes water and my throat get dry. A gaint lump in my throat feeling me not able to breathe.

Diana wasnt happy. She was sad. She hid it all to make me happy.
To make others happy. We all thought she would make it through the car carsh.
So did she.

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