Dear diary
My sanctuary
My one private place
It’s been a while since I spoke to you
No one can understand our burden
You and I have endured a life
That would’ve driven most people mad
I have the same longing as you
Same dreams of a normal life
We’re not bad people
We’ve seen so much suffering
We deserve a chance
I know now
That neither of us can have that
If we stay like this
Here is a scoop
We are going to have a life
A life that means something
A life with some excitement
A life that is real
Not this middle class hell
“What about trouble from my past?
What about the uncertainty of the world?”
I don’t care about your history
I only care about who you are on this day
On this day you are who you are
On that day you were who you were
Your every wish is about to come true
So this has been my last entry, diary
I can’t even say the words
Thank you
Thank you for your every lesson
Every lesson that you taught me was priceless
When I was decomposing
When I hated my reflection
When I lost my compass
The sense of myself
I look back
I start to see things
For what they really are
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