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Secret Keeper

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diary rants secrets

Indeed, life is not always full of colors. But then, whatever happens... Life must go on.

You see, a bad day is just a bad day, not a bad life. So it should remain as it is.

So to keep myself sane, and free from these worrisome gloomy emotions... I write.

And whoever stumble upon this book has only one responsibility. To listen and not judge. Now I grant you the title of a SECRET KEEPER. 

Whatever you discover and read here should only remain here. Hapoy reading!All Rights Reserved

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Silent Echoes

This is where I let everything out-the chaos, the silence, the things I can't say out loud. It doesn't judge, doesn't ask why, doesn't need explanations. It just exists, ready to catch whatever spills from my mind, whether it's broken pieces or fleeting moments of joy. It feels like talking to someone who's always there but never speaks, just listens-and somehow, that's enough.