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i do not know how to start.
dear diary...
it is hard to believe that a year ago, I was lying in a pit of my own sentimentality, overcome with such a powerful feeling of grief. i would sit still in a chair for hours without end, fingers trembling running restlessly through my tangled excuse of hair. there was simply no purpose. my actions were not going to change anything. i believed that nothing was going to get better and the only way out was by taking my own life away.
for me, it was a burden. a burden that even today weighs heavy on my shoulders.
that is why I'm choosing to write this one out.
here's the thing; my biggest enemy was and will always be me. i was ashamed of myself. i blamed myself for everything. i I i forbid myself to talk about it so i guess i'll write it. but before i start, i must make a promise. when i finish articulating the very last page, the very last word... the very last memory, i'll have to burn you. no one can know what really happened. no one should find out.
i'm sorry.
it's not pity that i'm showing you, it's a goodbye to someone very special to me.
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Short Story•Completed• "i'm sorry. it's not pity that i'm showing you, it's a goodbye to someone very special to me." Amna's life has been turned upside down and she is writing it all out as she buries the anguish burning inside her.