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Dear Diary, what is wrong with me ? 'Cos I'm fine between the lines. Be not afraid. Help is on its way. A sentence suspended in air, way over there. Dear Diary, what else could it be ? A nightshade descends like a veil, under the sail of my heart. Be still, don't stop until the end. Dear Diary, what is wrong with me ? 'Cos I'm fine between the lines.
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