I think i'll keep this my little secret.
like, a diary.
I can tell it anything, then hide it until I need it again.
People do that sometimes.
We treat others like diaries.
It isn't fair to the diary, and we tell the diary, and then forget them,
at least until we need them again.
Oh well.
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i said that. i said that i felt like a diary.
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