A Poet's Diary
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She doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be easy to talk about a heartbreak. She couldn't just talk about the things that she misses, or even the things that she admires about life.
She'd think to herself that what she has shown is only a mere facade of what she truly felt. So for every tear, every smile, every lonesome time, and every hope and fear, she wrote it all out.
::Began publishing on 2023::
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