Journal of the Lost
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Journals are gateways to another world through simple writing, it contains history of the unknown and way to let go unexplained thoughts. During the 19th century a girl discovered an old journal dating back to the 15th century, surprisingly it was blank and it looks brand new even though it has been stored for a long time. By that she kept it and starts writing everything that happened during the war, her loved ones and her... Imaginary friends?
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How easy it is to let go of things that the heart wants to stay? Is only love enough to heal the brokenness we carry with us? "We carry these things inside us That no one else can see; They hold us down like anchors, They drown us at the sea !" ********** PS. The story contains mentions of PTSD and descriptions of sexual harrasment, depression and other such themes. Kindly skip or avoid if you're not comfortable with it.
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