Dear Diary

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Ink sinks into the page,

Every stroke intimate.

Secrets dashed upon the paper,

Sealed tight.

Folded, kept under lock and key,

Stashed away, out of sight.

Hidden beneath a pillow,

Thoughts, dreams, feelings.

Look back and reminisce,

Days, months, years.

Immortalised in a book,

Many memories of life.

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