.In the diary of June.
.
And something is still out of place. It is still the same as last time.
The place I searched for was not here. Was not there.
And yet something is amiss. I can feel it.
I Know my place. The last page in the diary of June. The tiny word scratched out at the bottom. Yea, that's me.
Had enough?
...Just h8 me .
Later.
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