It was over. I couldn't accept it. It couldn't be over. Not yet. Not now. There was too much more that needed to happen first. It couldn't be over. Defeat rang through my ears. It was over. There was nothing more to do about it. It was all over.
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A fictional diary
Teen FictionJust so you guys know, I'm not crazy. This book makes me seem like I'm insane, but I'm not for the most part. This story is told in an 'Edgar Allen Poe' type of style with less murder. I really hope you enjoy. //by the way this is a 49 word challen...
