dear diary

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You sat there will I complain about life

You let me uses your shoulder to cry on

You listened to me and never jujed me

You held me closer when I was sleeping

You picked me up when I was down

You were there

You were a true friend

But now I'm gone

I was made to move away

I hope you can forgive me

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