Dear Diary 4

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I'm a seeker that seeks what world lies within my reach. Far from between both land and sky bewildered by words that spokes with lies. Confuse with much fuss, which world will you cough that I would catch? I was locked inside my tower where no one has the power to shout from below from a knight of Romeo to let down your hair. I have spoken endlessly to the hard stone walls that aged cannot poke me to dare to jump off my unstable. I tried to open the door that have close but shut off even before my bare foot came close. I pound the might of my strength but the door I seek has vanished, No light has shoved mercy, and a tear of hope has dropped at last now I'm in peace with my darker past.

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