Deary Weary Diary

Dear Diary,

I am in a situation I cannot control. Situations I can't take off my mind, my hub. I am scared of this situation. But I can’t stop the situation.
The situation is falling…
A falling sensation I should never fell into. But the feeling is superb. But the outcome is grief.

So many paths to go through, why in my way?
I wished I met you before I passed through that light tunnel. But I guess that was my fate, now you are my fate. But only for a short lived.

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