In This Diary

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In this diary, the pages are worn,
Each line holds a secret, a moment reborn.
With ink like my heartbeat, I write down my fears,
In the quiet of midnight, I spill out my tears.

The cover is faded, with a heart etched in blue,
A testament to the dreams that once felt so true.
Here lie the whispers of love lost and found,
The laughter of friends, and the silence profound.

I pen down the days when the sun kissed my skin,
When joy danced like fireflies, and hope burned within.
But shadows creep in with their heavy embrace,
And I find solace here, in this sacred space.

There are tales of adventure, of roads never taken,
Of chances I pondered, and promises shaken.
I trace over words, as if they could mend,
The fragments of moments that seem to suspend.

Each entry a snapshot, a glimpse of my soul,
A map of my journey, a search for the whole.
For in this diary, I find who I am,
The dreams I once chased, the places I ran.

So I'll continue to write, through the laughter and pain,
In this diary, my heart will remain.
With every word, I weave stories anew,
In this space, I am free, and I'll always be true.

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