Dear Diary, my life is still shrewed up.
My life is dying.
Very.
Very.
Very.
Slowly.
Am I doing this to myself?
Or is something else doing it to me?
I will never find out.
Let's just hope that it will be solved soon.
Or maybe it will never ever be solved before it's too late.
Eventually, my heart will stop.
And will not be here anymore.
C.S
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Dear Diary....
Short StoryMeet Crystal Swarovski. Read through her short diary logs and see what her life is like and her interesting parts of it as well as her bad side of life.
