Dear Diary, why can't you be a human like me?

Dear Diary,
why can't you talk to me,
and tell me what to do?
you're the only one who cures my cries,
and the one who knows when I'm blue.

Dear Diary,
why can't you be,
a human like me?

Dear Diary, on second thought,
I guess that wouldn't be so good,
after all, you'd probably tell my secrets,
to the whole neighborhood.

The End

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