Dear Journal,
I haven't been well. I apologize profusely. Something is wrong with me, I need to... I can'teven thnkfffffletlonewrite, IhElP!
[The last words sprawl down the paper undulating direction till the lead began to widen and thicken. The pencil had broken.]
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