Dairy Of Ellen
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I heard a whistling sound. It was close by, and I heard it every time I heaved my chest. So I knew that it was not the wind, but a sound coming from me.
This room is so cold, so dark. Ah, hadn't I lied upon this cold floor in this same way before? I closed my eyes with the thought. Tears, blood, I know not which, ran down my cheeks.
A powerful wind blew in through the window.
I heard the pages of a diary on the desk flipping.
It was my diary.
A red-bound book in which everything about me was written. I could remember all of it, just as easily if it had only happened yesterday.
Though I'd never written in it, I knew what was said in that diary
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