Dear Journal ,
Oh how the pain in my heart is killing me
deep down in my chest being away from the one
I love , who has gone mad. Tis pain and
confusion it overwhelms my soul. Oh how thy
cannot understand until thy has loved as me.
How the madness in my loving Hamlet
frightens me so , but my love for him is far
too strong. It over powers any fright due
to the fact of true insanity. For all I wish is
to be with my love tis way things were before
the madness along with my father's authority.
Oh how tis feeling for Hamlet is too enduring
to let loose forever. Tis love for him will never end
making thy impossible to forget. Tis feeling stabs me
like a dagger to the heart.
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oh daughter of mine tis don't worry that thy son will come around and you will see that you too will be together. you love is so pure.
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