Dear Diary,
At last, it is complete. Duncan now eternally sleeps. A sense of relief plagues my heart, as appose to guilt. It is quite strange to feel no burden, no sympathy, for my heart and soul, are as pure as can be. Even so, my thoughts have lingered to the cause of this and truthfully I have come to no conclusion. My dear Macbeth on the other hand, is not equally as strong, for his guilt is multiplying by the minute. I am worried about this, for who knows if he will have the ability to keep his composure. He cannot see that by his actions, he is slowly unraveling our hard work! Just imagine, once he murdered Duncan, he simply stood, his body paralyzed, lost in thought! The evidence, the daggers themselves covered in blood, stood in his hands, while his mind was elsewhere. Oh how foolish he is! It is as if the death of Duncan unleashed mental chaos and disrupted his inner peace. It amazes me just how much this death has affected him! So greatly in fact that it is disturbing his natural way of being. Regardless, we cannot, and will not fail. We, as a team will prosper, regardless of what this world will throw at us. Scotland will praise Macbeth! Scotland will bow down to his feet! Oh my dear Macbeth, were my love not burning for him, my judgment would be different, yet how could I despise my one and only? For in the end, it is only us, as he is my world and I am his.
Love,
Lady Macbeth
By: Marija Z.
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