I’ve watched you, you know? From my own place of quiet solitude, I drank in your every move. Even when you were away from me I knew I’d find out everything you did. You never could resist telling me; never could hide anything from me. In a bout of arrogance I’d almost gloat that I know you better than you know yourself. 1
Now you’ve raped me of my power and I feel discarded. Another has taken my observant place; another is watching you, recording your actions. I only wish I should have relished watching you more. I’ll never forget you.2
Yours forever,3
D4
Author notes
I don't really know where this idea came from. Just an attempt to write something from the point of view of a used diary (seeing as it is the end of the year) but maybe my guys mind just can't handle the intimate relationship of someone with their diary. Really is the best damn thing you can have.
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