[The pages are taken up by random words, most scribbled out, some kept. Bits and pieces of poetry...attempted poetry. Words, feelings, scattered thoughts that were in the process of being acknowledged and immortalized on paper. At least, the words that survived and weren't blotted out by ink.]
"I think I have finally found my way
And in that cottage in the forest
I was at last Home"
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"And the adrenaline gave me one last kiss goodbye
Taking whatever energy I had left
From the pit of my chest
And left me on my knees to beg for a chance
To try to catch my shaking breath"
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"Please
Write something nice
... Her."