Diary of an Existentialist
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    We Were Girls Together

    24/03/25

    The girl you were visits me in my dreams sometimes.

    Abandoned House

    16/03/25

    When I was small, I feared abandoned things.

    Summer Gloom

    12/01/25

    Why is it that I feel safest in a locked room?

    It Comes At Night

    23/12/24

    July sinks its teeth into me