16/7/1966
Dear diary,
I'm getting sicker and weaker by the day, I feel as if I might break at any point. I'm still pushing through like my mother did when she felt pain,She pushed through it so if she can do it I can. I'm still punishing my children they pushed me to my limits once, Mary did bleed quite a lot. Still she deserved it for drawing on the nice cleanish wall, I still fear if I die what my children will do,would they be able to survive without me. No I'm just being silly they know what to do I've been teaching them how to survive in the great big world. But would they just sit there not knowing what to do and beg for money,no I won't let death overcome me I'm strong and I will not die not today. At lease. Maybe I just need some sleep then the pain will stop.
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