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// Entry 16 
// Story: The Diary of Ghostly Scootaloo 
// by ObsidianPony 
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Oh no... please somepony help me...

I’m dying. I can feel it but this doesn’t make any sense, I can’t die again! I- I can’t!

Oh Luna, I can feel it again; I’m writing to try and keep myself distracted but it’s not working, I can feel the hooks again, I can feel the needles and my spectra being pulled out of me.

Oh please make it stop.

Please, anypony, anypony at all, Celestia, Luna, Rainbow Dash, Discord anypony, please just let me die!

Nothing is worth this.

Please... help me...

Something’s pulling me away... it’s the only thing I can feel aside from the pain, the only thing that doesn’t make me my existence like a cruel torture.

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I think... I think I’m moving to the afterlife...

And I’m going to Tartarus...

It’s not fair...

...I’m sorry...