I loved you. I'm sorry I never told you that. You were my sister, although not related by blood. I wish I'd told you if only to see your smile again. Selfish.
It seems a little pointless to write a diary when the world has, in a sense, ended. When I die it will simply drift about. When I die, how long will it be before my journal is found? When I die, will this diary die with me?
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