ALENA'S DIARY

ALENA'S DIARY

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"Dear Diary...promise me you won't ever fall into the wrong hands." - Signed Alena Rae Golden - Psst...I found this diary and here's a little secret, it isn't mines. It's Alena's. You know, Alena Rae Golden? Haven't you heard of her? No? Well, that is her name. But from what I've read so far, her prescribed medication is what keeps her sane. She started off as a Little brown girl growing up in America, all sweet and beloved, until one day her innocence was tamed. Her pillows are never dry. The tears she's been crying for years, keeps them wet. And ohh, boy! let us not get started on her bed sheets, they are always drenched in sweat, From the nightmares...Night after Night. Everyday her body is constantly in Flight or Fight. The world is not yet ready for her. She's a ticking time bomb, that's is bound to explode any day now. Therapy isn't working. Her medication only works for the moment, and God doesn't seems to be listening. This is her story...Her Diary. Alena's Diary. and it has fallen into the wrong hands. Mine. And the wrong set of eyes. Mine and now Yours.
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