DEAR DIARY,
I’ve disregarded myself for way too long. Now I felt that my sorrows and joy needed to be written down. I don’t know how to express my feelings through words. If I could, they wouldn’t have bottled up in the first place. But I love to write poems and I want to use it to tell the world how I feel. Diary, you wont just be capturing my words but pieces of my heart, one stanza per entry. Some may seem small while others overwhelming. But each one is a part of me. This is my way of understanding myself, of letting my poems speak of the words I cannot say aloud. And perhaps…by the end, the full picture of my soul will emerge… for anyone who cares to read it. Also, I want to name you EXA. EXA was the name of the person who killed me multiple times in my dreams. Weird right? I gave you the name of my murderer although he/she is superficial. But I don’t know why, it just felt right. Let’s be together forever EXA.
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DEAR DIARY
PoetryThere is no real description. The story/poetry itself is the description. Start with the first chapter. This work is a bit different than your typical work. It talks about someone's life and A feeling many of us feel but don't dare to say it loud fo...
