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Chapter 9:
Entry 8

Dear Diary,

You know most nights I stay up just thinking. Nothing in particular, but then again something that always has a larger meaning to it. My thoughts are constantly clouded. And that stupid cloud won't go away no matter how hard I try. Me fighting it, is like me losing. Me admitting. I don't want to admit it and I won't admit it. If I do I just might cry. No one would understand.

Sincerely, Daniel

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