This is the journal of rants. The journal of laughs. The journals of fights. The journal only written in during the night.
This is my story.
The story made of dandelions.
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I tried to end my life, i was alone. No one was here with me. I just wanted a friend. This is my diary, my only friend, the only thing that knows me inside and out. And this is my story.