Journal of Freedom
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Last published Wed, Feb 26, 2014
Dear diary,
Today i decided to give you a name, which shall be “Journal Of Freedom”. In these pages of yours, covered in sloppy handwriting lie the stories of two lives, stories which shall not be told to the world, but to those who dare to dream of freedom just like us.
We are dreaming of being freed from our pasts which haunt us from the inside, bringing us to the edge... the edge that will never be crossed, due to knowing that here, in this small poorly lit apartment where our lullabies are written, is that one person who will understand no matter what and will stand by our sides... that one half of ours which will never give us up...
Dear Journal Of Freedom,
She is free and i will be too, now... I wish my ghost had hands to continue scribbling in here her childish dreams and plans of future... i will never give her up, i know she never meant to give me up, to leave me alone in this world, again...
Goodbye...
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