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Dear Journal, Enter: Pain
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| Heya Davey! Want to go play some catch? | |
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| No Dad, and the name isn't Davey, it's Draco Eternia. How can I throw a baseball around when this world is PAIN?! | |
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Dear Journal, Exit: Existance
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| Alright Squirt! Let me know if you want to play some Legos later. | |
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| No Dad, I have to write songs about the unhappiness that fills my life. The sorrow of my empty soul, tearing itself into oblivion! | |
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| Oh SWEET! Mom made triple Banana Fluff Cream Pancakes! | |
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