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Day 10

Saturday, June 14, 1973
Dear Diary

Hi. Micheal showed me something. It was a sketch book. The sketches. They were... so... real... wow. One drawing in particular caught my interest. It was a girl. She looked like. She looked like.... me. Except, she was... dead? I don't really know. Was that me? Was I dead? Maybe I'm already dead. Maybe, this whole world is a lie, a dream. A nightmare! A NIGHTMARE! Night. The night is, dark. Where am I? I don't know anymore. It's dark here. It's like this journal is the only light I have. It's scary here... it's dark here... she lives here. I. Live. Here.

Signed,
Melanie Hardsy.