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".
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
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".
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