my diry.
i have a friend who is called diary,
dairy keeps my secret,
dairy is always with me.
dairy will disapoint and anoint me as they like to ignore me.
i can shake off everything if i write,
my sorrows disappear and no where else to be found but to be told in my dear dairy journey book as we walk in these distination, my courage is reborn, i can recapture everything when i write: my thoughts, my ideas and my fantasies.
my dairy
2sholo4elo da poet
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