February 2 1989
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Dear Reader,
The world seems happier now. I’ve started buying pot, from this guy called Gary. It’s really opened my eyes. The simple white powder, the tingle as is goes up the nose, with its delicious odour. I feel free, and happy. The lights are far too bright here. I might just sit in the dark. Hold me, so I don’t float away. I think I understand Dad now. The light is here, and it has been all along.
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Always,
Abishek
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