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Thursday August 24, 2017
4:03 AM - 4:30 AM
Dear Winter (My journal's name),
Things are starting to get lonely once again. . .
Much lonely. . .
Much much lonely. . . . .
My favorite hamster left without a trace (I know Russikot didn't end him). .
The birds are being quiet around my house instead of tweeting like normal.
People in my country see me as an object of tool to let out their anger. . .including my boss (Putin).
< A DROPLET OF BLOOD SPLATTERED THE PAGE >
Oh silly me.
Did I drop blood?
It will dry up anyway. . . .just like my wounds.
On the brighter hand I met some new people and I want them to be my friend. .
But I'm to shy to ask and they are all scared of me. . .
Why though?
Why are they scared of me?
Am I really that scary to them?
I was born to be this way. . .to obey my boss without a question.
I was taught to be this way. . . .with force and not 'love'.
This is HOW I live the daily life. .
But I keep pushing on. .
Living strong as usual. .
With a smile upon my face. .
That no one will never ever understand.
Heh. . .
Funny huh?
Maybe I should try to use one of England's spells. . .
Доброй ночи. . .?
(Good night. . .?)
≛ России ≛
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