dear diary,
i am on my death bed on december 3rd,1819 in an abandoned house in georgia and i have a problem where if i eat or drink anything my stomach cant hold it in i dont have much time and noone even cares but i lived a pretty good life because i fought for my rights and i got them. i mean i never thought in my 343 years that i would get my rights ha! i am so glad that i got to do what i have always dreamed of so my life was worth living for. i make a prediction that there would be way more states in 2019 and that there will be very different ways of living and they will wear weird clothing and drive things with wheels and its just going to be a corrupt and evil economy with people stealing, fighting, killing, and so much poverty so thats what i think and i will be so glad that i will not be apart of it. i have missed my parents and friends and everyone that i was with in hispanoila but you know what they probably missed me too but i will see them very very soon after i die. by the way i wrote a letter to who ever finds my remains in this house because nobody knows where i am so if they find me they will know who i am.
farewell forever your friend,
sapphire moon
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