Dear Diary,
It was cold today. The sky was a dark grey as I looked out of my hospital room window. I think that it shall rain.
I don't mind the rain. It reminds me of a new beginning.
Love,
Annabel
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Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days
Teen FictionDear Diary, Leaving this world was not by choice. So since I had no choice I wanted to leave something precious of mine behind. With you I leave the last 100 days of my life. Love, Annabel
