My Diary. My diary is a place to hide. All my feelings and thoughts from Inside. To some they are words all scattered on paper in a book. But much more lays inside, you just have to to look. Keep out it says, as if that would stop you on that page. As if your eyes wouldn't continue in a curious rage. My heart is poured into every word. That is never spoken, only heard. Heard by my diary that listens so. Hey! That books mine! HANDS OFF, LET IT GO!
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