Diary
In my hand, I hold a key.
The key to the other side of me.
The side of me you do not see.
At school, I am like a zombie,
Doing everything the teachers ask.
But with this key, I do anything.
I can dream anything, I can see everything
That goes on around me.
But what is so special about this key?
It is the key
The key to the other side of me.
The side of me you do not see.
At school, I am like a zombie,
Doing everything the teachers ask.
But with this key, I do anything.
I can dream anything, I can see everything
That goes on around me.
But what is so special about this key?
It is the key
To my diary.
By: <3 Stargirl <3
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