Daily Diary
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Last published Mon, Nov 19, 2018
[Please search for the clues. This is not Zion. This is Ḗ̶̡̬̯̩̞̈́́͊̄͐̈́̋͠R̸̟̮̙̞̖̭͈̖̭͇̖̭͕̋͜R̵̪̹̰̂̾̆̋͗͒̏̐͆̕Ǫ̶̨̢̡͎͖͙̙̮̖͖̠̪͆́̈́̈́̏R̷̪͙̭͎̞̫̻̖̺̞̪̂̿̋̇́̔̂̋̊͗̑̓͘ͅ and you need to solve my problem. I'm sorry I can't say it directly, but please just GFMQ NF]
Living in this world is hard. Living in a country that is inevitably doomed for destruction is even harder.
There's nothing left to do in the world except to just live...and watch everything crumble.
Mind as well make a Diary to record everything...not like...someone is going to see this.
But what if this isn't about Ĕ̷̬̒͆v̷̢̓̓͝ë̴̻́̆͝r̶͔̜̦̝͗̆͛y̴͚̥̯̽̀̿o̵͎͐͆͊̌n̵͈̦̭̼͒e̵̙͇̠̓̓̃, and just about Y̷̡̢̢̧̢̧̧͈͍̝̹̘͇̠̪͕̗̞͔͓̟̟̟̮̳̩͖͕̺̟̠̋̾̃͒̄͊̂̑̓̈́̎̐̍̑̎̽̔̽̎́̎͒̍͌̓͌̓̃̈̐͆̃̍̆̈́͐͝͠͝͠͠͝͝ͅƠ̵̡̧̧̛͍͙͖̞͍͔̹̱͍͍̭̤̫͓͔̝̦̖̦̪͚̟̭̗̽̔́̋̊̅̽̋̎́́̔̒͌̀̈́͆͐̀̃̓̌̀̀͂͋̉̓͊̄̈́̐̚̕̕̚͝͠ͅŲ̶̨̨̛͉̣̠̭̮̺̭͓͕͎̦͍̤͎̬͉͕̳̲̰̟̰̙̳̣͎̱̭͂̂̑́̃͐́͆͆̐͜͜͜͝͝.
It's useless to do this, but this will help me mentally....
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