The Diary
this is my diary it is blank It carries no meaning no past no present
yet it longs for a friend to keep secrets with. It has found me.
the diary listens to every word I say. It respects me no matter
what I say . The diary feels, it thinks because now you given it a clue to what thought
it is you've given it a taste of the ice cream that you had, and you've given it it' own
insight into morals and values
but the diary is sad Its in love with me you see. it feels me holding back when I
write every time. thoughts that don't go into the diary our the ones it's most envious
for. And for that the diary is not complete so even when there's nothing left to write the
diary will feel blank inside.
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