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I Have Become Something Else....

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The undiscovered entries of a diary that was last seen in a burnt down forest. This seems to be written by [Name disclosed] documenting their moments in life until their last breath. This can only be seen by close family members or friends of [Name disclosed].All Rights Reserved

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