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Welcome to the diary of

Plain, Old Jay ★

Introduction

Bibliography

Chapter One

Dear Diary,

Who is my friend, who is my foe? I wish I knew the answers. When I'm surrounded by people, loneliness hits me with its worst.

Where do I truly belong? Does anybody want me or accept me? Where can I turn for shelter and love?

There are so many mysteries in this world and mine included. I keep searching for the answers but I keep getting lost.

Suspicion is a deep mist that swells increasingly - drowning and blinding me. I put both my hands up in front of me but I can't see them no more. Will my next step take me down a cliff?

Only silence greets my questions and then, I am lost once more. Falling is a horrendous feeling. It feels like getting sucked into a whirlpool with no end, and I am only left anticipating the sound of my heartbreak when I hit rock bottom.

Yours Sincerely,
Jay.

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