December 7
I woke up yesterday with the sourest throat. The coughing started throughout the day. Last night my voice started breaking up. Now, this morning I haven't a voice. Must be laryngitis.
I guess it's good I haven't anyone to talk to. It'd be a shame not to be able to communicate. Although I suppose I spend most days not communicating anyway. That's the trouble with being alone, it's like everyday you're voiceless and unreceived.
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Diary of the Defeated: Voiceless
JM Scoviak, 7 Dec 2014
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Diary of the Defeated
Ficțiune generalăA collection of journal entries from an unfortunate individual dealing with the torment of his existence.
