//The pages of my diary,
hold my memories of yesterday,
every smile, every tear,
every person who came my way

The pages of my diary,
hold memories of yesterday,
memories no human knows,
only dear to those pages,
ecru coloured, edges torn,
thick with memories old but fresh.
Gone days do live and strive,
thrive the rotten days in there,
moments spent in tears,
of laughter, of misery.
A chaperone so loyal,
a listener so patient,
lets me weep and cry,
vent my stress, vexation,
silent though pained by the sharp pen lids.
He makes me laugh, looking back at-
the hardships I put him through.
To hide my secrets, the skill he masters.
Lets my tears shed with -
embarassment no way near.
Mortifier of my sorrows,
undertaker of my distress,
jubilant on my successes,
acquanited with my acquanitances.

None has crossed my path,
as loyal, so patient,
as my faithful diary.

The pages of my diary,
hold my memories of yesterday,
every smile, every tear,
every person who came my way//

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