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dear diary

this is my twelfth week in high school and i'm still on my way to death. 

i lost all of my hair and body hair as well and i'm beautiful. 

but my family is falling apart because of it.

mom cooked pancakes for us and the whole time she looked so scared. 

i wish i could take her pain away. 

mom: what kind of wig you want to wear today? Red looks good on you.

me: red then. 

mom: but tomorrow? can I buy something new?

me: i think i go with the hat. 

mom: maybe blue?

me: no, i'm okay mom. 

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