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Your Diary
I hold your diary, inked with my name,
Pages whisper secrets of love’s fleeting flame.
Each letter a memory, a chapter, a dream,
Now echoes in silence, like a distant scream.
Your shirt still holds your scent, a ghostly...
Pages whisper secrets of love’s fleeting flame.
Each letter a memory, a chapter, a dream,
Now echoes in silence, like a distant scream.
Your shirt still holds your scent, a ghostly...
