Enjoying life with a knife is with our mortal sacrifice. For if we don't suffice enough advice to those with a hard life we will not have a future to provide advice and sacrifice.

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Our future is doomed for those with a plume of demise and a world of flies to those who don't blossom. A big boom brought us here and a maybe a possum takes us out. We may think it's awesome to have this and that but really, we are just killing cats. Cats like snow leopard, lions and tigers. They are going extinct. Don't tell me we are doing something about it when all we do is yell and fight!

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 I'm sorry for yelling but telling the truth is better than lying. Australia is up in flames. So was California not so long ago. All Trump does is tweet on his phone. People support the idiots that lie within our nation. A superior force suppresses sadness and doesn't help the masses. Australian animals, extinct species, endangered areas, burning holes in our atmosphere, polluted waters, and deserted forests. So Dear 2055, I don't think we will survive. I'm sorry it couldn't be better. But from me and the ones who care. I'm sorry.

I am what happens when fury and fire combine. Tasked to fight with my people, I had slaughtered my enemies far and wide... My wand holding the blood of many as I spoke the deadly curse that would summon death on them in an instant... Their screams still ring in my ears. But the past does nothing to help the future, and here I sit in this godforsaken prison with a scrap of paper they call a book and a pathetic stick with coal on its end. Hah, they couldn't even give me a proper quill to write with.

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So here I sit, biding my time until I fall deeper into insanity's maw... Sometimes I talk to the crude sketches on the wall of my cell. Days and days pass by and my new hobby has been screaming, not a sound of only terror, but one of pure emotion. It feels so liberating to let it all out, and to hear the prisoner next to me scream out, "Shut that damn psycho up!" I never do, of course...

I wish I could write the date on this entry, yet they [my captors] have not yet grasped the concept of a clock or a simple timekeeping spell... Oh, I pity the fool who designed this place... it's only a matter of time before I either take myself out or death does.

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