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Dear Diary
you know what my life has consisted of until now
and today is the day i place the pen down
close all the pages where the ink has sunk in
and tear out the empty ones before i begin
when nights seemed much darker than ever before
you were my moon, my stars, and much more
but then in the day, you became an eclipse
trapping my words behind trembling lips
and at my silk heart, your claws always rip
tearing to know more; waiting for me to slip
and never again will i need you to know
life without you will be better
so here is a letter
for you to read
indeed
this will be
the last word you will ever see
written
by
me
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