Dear diary, It's the little things that you miss when you die. Well go to sleep as my brother Nik likes to call it. I miss sunlight, the trees but most of all the freedom to do whatever I wish. I miss the idea of falling in love, something most humans take for granted. I miss my secret late night glass of Kol's wine and watching my brothers and sister fight from the sidelines. I have missed it all for 367 years, how Finn has done this for over 900 is beyond me. I might as well just keep praying that someone lets me out. Yours Truly Lillian Michelson [Warning mature content!]
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