See the book on
the floor? That's my
diary. I put all of
my love for you into
it, and you've thrown
it away as if I don't
matter. That diary is
my soul, and it clearly
doesn't mean much to you.
Stop stamping on it -
it's my life-blood that
is leaking across the floor.
The Diary of Jay is not a
toy, it is me - and you
obviously don't love me
if you're trying to kill me.
Written by Jay Dawson 29/06/10
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