Today our cow Rosie died. ma said it was because she had too much dust in her lungs. i cried. shes was my favorite cow, always so sweet. sadly i have nothing good to write about anymore. this journal has become full of disapointment and lost hope. i must go eat. if you can call it eating, all we have left is some stale bread and molding cheese and its all covered in dust. just like everything else. ill write again soon.
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