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Dearest Diary, I truly feel no more will to live! I know I love Hamlet but I cannot deal with the pain I feel now that he has murdered my father, Polonius. I feel my heart is breaking to pieces and there is nothing that will make it whole again. My brother Laertes wishes to see Hamlet dead, not just dead but by his own hands! I have depended on my father and Laertes for so long I feel I do not know how to carry on living this life all by myself. Must I watch the people I love so dearly fight? What if Laertes ends up dying along with Hamlet, then I will truly no longer have anyone I love in this world? I will never be able to love again. The only way I see to freeing myself from this pain is by ending my own life. If my soul leaves this world I will no longer have to endure the never-ending pain I feel. I swear I am losing my mind, I find myself singing songs for no reason and dancing around as though I am mad. Maybe I have truly become mad. I have decided, dearest diary, I know what I must do. I will end my life tonight. I can once again be with my father and maybe one day my brother can joins us in heaven. I suppose this shall be the last time I write to you; you have been my dearest friend in my times of need. I shall go walk by the river and allow the current to carry me away and set me free. Maybe Laertes will believe it to be a terrible accident and not be too upset with me. I believe this is farewell. I know I will be happy again after death. Good bye.

- Ophelia