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dear diary—

jack avery came up to me in the hall today, just before free period.

he slammed me against my locker, and warned me to stay away from corbyn.

i told him that i wasn't even friends with corbyn, really, we just had a few classes together, but he just glared at me and stormed away.

people were looking at me, pointing and laughing, so i grabbed my guitar and rushed to the music room. it's where i spend all my spare time at school.

my music is my thoughts turned into chords,
my feelings into notes,
my life into a song.

it's my therapy.

—daniel

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