Diary

I tell my secrets to your pages.
Ink and salt water soaking into paper.
I write the things I cannot speak aloud.
My confidante, my friend.

The keeper of all my inner screams.
Released by hand and spilled from pen.
I tell them lies to keep them sated.
You are the only one who knows.

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