Night
I opened up my diary
It was filled with negativity
I flipped to a new page
And clicked my pen
Usually, I would write about my depression
But this time it was different
"Dear Diary,
Today,
I felt loved.
Obviously not from mom,
Dad killed her
Not from dad either
But from him"
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