Lost
Dear diary,
I had already dropped my map, supplies and tent in the black bog. I was beginning to think that all this was bad idea. Michael had warned me not to come but something about this forest made me want to come. My muddy boots were beginning to sink into the bog. It was making me think that I may not make it home tonight.
I was well and truly lost.
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