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Dear Diary, only if the world was like You.


*Max is seen to be looking over the diary, flicking through the pages slowly as the morning light reaches it's warm grip through the boarded window, he lets out a long, deep cough, having not drank for days as the dust hardens his troat, he looks down, still waking, holding onto the diary as if a loved one in a tight, firm grip.

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by Dr. Radut