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The humble diary Holds the words Usually not revealed To the world Lines, filled with Deepest desires Inexplicably, not uttered But freely flows Without inhibitions Every drop of ink Is the messenger Carrying the messages Encrypted for secrecy A part of your world Comes alive Between the pages Each day Offered a blank page New anecdote Chronicled eagerly Before the words Fade away from memory Jogging along the lines Of the diary The pen gives you a lease To express Some feelings and desires Not audible to anyone But finds safe haven Between the pages Of the humble diary
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
The Diary
The humble diary Holds the words Usually not revealed To the world Lines, filled with Deepest desires Inexplicably, not uttered But freely flows Without inhibitions Every drop of ink Is the messenger Carrying the messages Encrypted for secrecy A part of your world Comes alive Between the pages Each day Offered a blank page New anecdote Chronicled eagerly Before the words Fade away from memory Jogging along the lines Of the diary The pen gives you a lease To express Some feelings and desires Not audible to anyone But finds safe haven Between the pages Of the humble diary
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
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