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dear journal, i know i haven't written anything to you in a long while.  it's been a hard week and an even worse year.  i hope you don't mind.  i know you won't.  it's just... i feel cold all over.  i stopped bleeding ink when i get hurt.  can you find my heart?  yesterday, i think she drowned in the river. Dear boy with ice for blood, Please don't hate me, but I couldn't save her. It was a Sunday night and I was tired. We struggled near the pier. She was shaking and screaming, she told me it wasn't worth it, she told me you didn't love her anymore. Her hands tasted like fire and her eyes were glaciers, and I sizzled and fell to ash. I c