Dear Diary,
Today, he did it. You know who. I don't need to say his name. I got the call from his music producer. He was found by him in the studio in the morning. He thinks it's his fault for letting him stay there late at night when he normally goes straight home. I can't believe that he could think that. He performed it himself. I want just to hear him play again. He was an amazing guitar player and an even better friend. I miss him dearly and 'll never get to see him again. I just want to see his face one last time so I can say goodbye to him. Why didn't I get a chance to?
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