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Dear Diary,
Here I am once more,
once more.
Putting pen to paper,
for the last time.
What will they think?
My friends,
my family,
the ones who care.
Why am I doing this?
Why do I feel this way?
I'm hurt,
but why?
I keep saying 'sorry.'
What for?
I'm sorry for disappointing them,
sorry for disappointing you,
sorry for disappointing myself.
I'm sorry,
but I will say goodbye,
tonight.
I'm broken,
pieces everywhere,
lost and scattered.
I've lost hope for everything,
I'm . . . done.
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