There is a dark place where people hide,
a small place deep down inside.
Not a ray of sun just a pile of fear,
reality strikes our insecurities are here.
There is a mask people wear from time to time, a face.
One Smile, Two Eyes, One Nose......
you start to realize their hearts are closed.
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Dear Not-So-Private Diary,
RandomMy name is Rosie. Im a regular teenage girl who falls in love, who cries, who dances, and who hates, who dreams, who's curiousity sometimes takes over. I want to try something, something new. Lets not call this a book, lets call this my not-so-priva...
