Diary Entry - 2025-02-19

Dear Diary,

I tried to fight the darkness today, to push it back, but it was no use. The room is too powerful, too overwhelming. I am losing myself, losing my grip on reality. The room is all that remains.

Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks

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