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.diary.

the person who stole my diary was anonymous.

until the day of my brother's funeral.

while everyone left white flowers, i didn't notice someone had left my diary there.

as soon as i found it, i scanned the crowd, but i never found out who it was.

however, it wasn't the last straw.

someone had filled up all the blank pages.

and someone had genderless handwriting, making it harder to discriminate anything.

dear diary,

i love her brother.

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