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Human Diary
I never spoke about the time she cried
The way he felt
Or why she wished that she died.
Go ahead, tell secrets to me
for I'm a human diary.
Secrets held with lock and key
Spill them to me
I will be that diary.
Sometimes it is best to speak
When all you feel
Is dark and bleak
Emotions tearing you to shreds
Your heart shrivels when something is said
Open your heart
talk to me
let me be your diary
I'll help you out
I'll cheer you up
Your feelings to me,
You must spout.
It is better to speak
Than lock things away
Hoping that it will leave
Some summers day
But will that day ever come
When the hatred dissapears
Waiting for that, is simply dumb.
Spill things, talk
You will feel better,
As if someone has made you
A protective sweater.
But one day, I may need to speak too
So when that day comes...
May I share my emotions with you?
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