By Dear Diary,
Nobody knows me
the way you do,
You know that.
I pour thousands of words
over you,
and you keep all
of those safe and secret.
I sometimes tear your feathers,
and throw them
when I cannot
write that complete
conflict, fear, anger
screams and happiness.
But you never mind.
Cause you know
my story,
you know me.
You even tolerate
all the wounds,
when I scratch you
with the pointed pen.
Dear Diary,
Thank you for
holding my oceans
of feelings.
You truly love me.
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