I once had a blue diary:
The only witness of my sleepless nights
and painless cries.
I once thought to keep it forever
and doodle the lies that once bled into pale tears.
Until one day, it got burnt
in extreme agony by the yellow walls.
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Blue Diary
I once had a blue diary:
The only witness of my sleepless nights
and painless cries.
I once thought to keep it forever
and doodle the lies that once bled into pale tears.
Until one day, it got burnt
in extreme agony by the yellow walls.