Journal
This is the place where dreams are spoken,
Where hopes are written,
And where maturity and self acceptance grow,
It is a map of my life on paper,
My accomplishments and my short comings,
My loves and losses,
My innocence lost and my coming of age found,
The person that I truly am inside,
And though the ink may fade,
And the paper may yellow,
The memories never will fade,
The experiences never tarnish,
And the lessons learned will never be forgotten,
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