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26/05/2016

Dear Diary,

It's funny. I was born on my birthday and I was sentence to die on my birthday. Every year I celebrated my birthday but I never thought that I was one year closer to death.

My family, friends and even doctors surround me. Tear stained they try to give me strength but somehow I know the fighting is over. I'll find peace. In a place so very far, over the clouds and through the skies. I'll be safe and happy. But I want you to know, I want you to know here is the place I love you.

My eyelids feel heavy and my left hand slips away from mums.

In another life...
Hayley

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