Just Like my Journal
Just like my journal,i am falling apart,my pages torn and withered.
Just like my journal,
I am decorated and have seen many days.
Just like my journal,
i am filled with many kinds of tales,sad and cheerful.
Just like my journal,
I shut this chapter of my life and put it on the shelf.
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