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Ongoing, First published Jan 06, 2014
For sixteen years of my life I've kept a journal. In my family it was traditional for the eldest child to write an entry once every year on their birthday. When they die, the journal is passed down to the next sibling to either continue, or to burn. I don't know what happened to my journal. Let's just say....I'm dead.All Rights Reserved
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