Dear diary,
I thought I had put it down.
I thought I had it burried and wouldnt be brought up again.
I thought I was going to see some sunlight and get some relieve.
I thought I will not feel it anymore.
But I was wrong.
Those were just my thoughts.
I spend weeks to build the high wall and you blew it just with your existance.
This is so not fair.
Why I have to bear with it?
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