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Aug 2018
Dear no one,

I don't know why I talk to you
every day.
It's not like you have the abilty
to answer me,
but I feel I must tell someone
when I'm happy or sad
or even in between.

You're someone I can trust to
keep a secret,
and be quiet when I need you to.
Thank you for that,

but you're still just a book labeled
"Diary".
faeri
Written by
faeri  somewhere far, far, away
(somewhere far, far, away)   
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