It's dark, and it's hard to see. Has it always been like that here? I feel like it used to be nicer. No one says anything about it, so it must be normal. Putting my glasses on every morning feels like a waste of time.

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Dear Diary, It's okay if she's my God of death, as long as I can stare into her eyes one last time before the light of my life extinguishes.