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"Reason was his 'DEAR DIARY'"

"And then he picks up his stylograph
Trying to gather the memories in blue
On the white of that empty book
That boiled now for a year in the head.
The reason only she listened to him
The reason for she was the one who never scolded him
The reason she was his new love for midnight
The reason her inked pages reminded him of her
The reason was those empty pages that stored the memories
The Reason was his 'DEAR DIARY'."

       - Pushkin Channan  

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