The Diary
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MatureOngoing51m
Last published Wed, Dec 18, 2019
Its been too sunny. Though I'm drenched in too many tears to notice. We had to bury my sister today, after the ceremony, I found myself lost in her room. I just looked around. I lied down in her bed and felt something hard against my back. I carefully pull the cover down halfway to see a journal. As I was going through the sketches. When I turned the next page, a loose, folded paper fell on my lap.
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