I found this in an old diary/scrapbook. I am throwing out many of my old journals. The person I was in those journals is not the person I am today. I used them to express good and bad things when I had no one to talk to. They were for no one but me.
I remember carrying this around with me for many years, and finally gluing it into one of my journals. I believe my godmother gave it to me. She knew I was struggling with the loss of my family and not able to talk about it to anyone.
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