This is just kind of a poem about diaries that I love a lot. Here goes:
People wonder why someone will collect diaries?
To me, diaries are beautiful
And they are records.
Actually they are memories that are beautiful
They are lessons that we learnt
They are feelings that are hidden-hidden in plain sight-
They bring you close – not to someone else-but to yourself
Who you are
Your dreams, aspirations, your pains, regrets, happiness.
All those extraordinary and beautiful /sad memories that are all you.
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