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Dear Diary,
This whole place depresses me,
Like those dreams where I'm caustic,
And everyone I touch turns to ashes,
I don't think that's too far from the truth,
How long will it be,
Before someone really dies?
I don't just kill conversation.
What would it take,
To save their souls?
If it's my heart,
Then they can take it,
It's broken,
And I don't need it.
Truth is, diary,
I never really did.

So long and goodnight.