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Wednesday
11th March. 20XX, 11 pm
Dear Diary
My buddy, my best friend, Puke. has departed, leaving
me along with my thoughts. I am feeling very miserable and lonely. He came, he
changed my life; and then he disappeared. Without him I would have never
recovered from my illness.
When I met with an accident, life sounded empty , and
hollow. But now when I am perfectly fine, life ' appears meaningless as
my saviour is not with me. I am haunted by his memories. Time is a great healer.
[3ut some wounds never heal. The more the time passes, the more they hurt you,
not physically but mentally and spiritually. My Puke has given me such a wound.
Chuck
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