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- Poetry > Free VerseDear diary, My eyes burned from my own tears today. My face is hidden from a few scars and the mess that is my uncombed hair. My lips tremble at the next word I may speak, for they have become swords I've not managed to wield. Dear diary, today has frighten me to death. I've stared ...
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