April 30, 1853
Dear diary,
I must leave. I must leave this house and never return, for surely I am the one causeing this. In the last few weeks many things have happened and they all lead to me. I cannot believe the misfortune I have brought on these people whom I love! I sat crying with my head in my hands, in the street for almost an hour.
I shall not say why, for I have only one person to talk to, and that is whom I shall tell exactly what I saw. Who exactly I shall not say, for I am not sure who could be reading my very thoughts. Im not sure if anyone is safe and I'm quite sure my mind will sucomb to madness! I shall only say her name is Phoebe and is my best friend . She does not live in london, Diary, for which I am grateful. I need to leave and this is a wonderful reason.
I am aware, Dearest Diary, that this is a very short entry and I apologize for that. But to much is on my mind for me to even romotely feel like writing any thing at this particular second.
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