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Dear Diary,

I went back to work today and I came back home to a dead body. Hannah's dead body. I've been sat next to it for what seemed like forever, looking at her beautiful face.

( Later Entry )

It's 3am and I've only just phoned for an ambulance. Even though I am quite aware that she is dead.

I cant see any point anymore. Hannah is gone. What's the point of my life? I was happy knowing she was alive when she was with a different man, but now I know she's dead.

I can't do it any more diary. I'm sorry. Bye.

The End.

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