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Turn away. Maybe I hoped someone would just read this and find a soul worth saving. A life. Maybe this small book will get washed away with the next ghost of a storm cloud the brushes past this old town. Noone cared about this teenaged boy originaly from belleview, I don't even know why my parents moved me to this tiny village in damp country side of England when they broke up within 2 weeks of moving here. This is my last entry before I give up. This is it.
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I close the battered cover of my little black book and gave across the small reed covered pond from the tree I am sat in, nothing but the soul of the wind sweeps through this fenced pathway enriched With the water from the near by downs. I jump down from the willow tree landing cat like on the drying ground. Goodbye diary. Slowly scraping my battered old shoes down the dirt track I place the sorry book on the wooden gate separating the rich houses from the forgotten. I jump over the fence and walk back towards my house.
I know it's short but this is just the introduction chapter