july 18th 1875
i walk home everyday....always dark by the time i make my journey home. vanessa turned down my offer to court her again. i feel as i am a waste of time. today i saw a man get robbed in an alley, he refused, and he payed his life just for the curency in his wallet. i just wish that i mattered, wished that i could do something about this hell hole that this town is turning into.
johnathan walkes
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