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Luna's Journal

Found this on an old piece of paper:

I'm scared. Of myself. Last night I was so close. I asked myself again. What's to live for? and I had my blade on my throat, the marks to prove it. I could have ended it. 

I'm afraid. So afraid.

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In the days after I escaped I felt so alone. What's to live for? I still ask myself today sometimes. And I answer quick: My friends, my family. The rush of the battle. Hands intertwined. Warm hugs.

And I realized that death isn't a way out. It's a way in. I fear it not, I am tempted by it not. I am as strong as I wish to be. 

Luna