entry: eighty-five

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date: 6/9

                this is the second to last page and it’s been a journey ever since. a lot of these pages have crinkles in it from shed tears, some have rips from harsh, angry lines. some have nothing at all because i had nothing to say.

                but i think this is a bittersweet almost ending, don’t you, jasper?

                we’ll be okay. we’ll always be okay. 

                if only i didn’t have to write until the end.

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