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WHY DAIRY OF DREAMS !?


Hey everyone,
To start with, Diary of Dreams is my happy place. I go through multiple emotions daily and feel like sharing with someone whatever I felt. At times, there is no one in person to listen what I felt, and that's when my Diary walks in !!
I can be the actual "ME" here.
Share whatever I feel, no matter how boring it is or how useless it is. Be it about my new friends or the old ones. Be it about my overthinking ideas or some relation between existing and non-existing things. Be it about how cozy winters are and how hot summers are! Doesn't matter if I am the hero or demon of my own story. I Just pen it down.
A place where I forget all the rules, Forget that something is going to be published.
I write to celebrate writing.
I write to pour my heart out.
I write to make you smile (｡◕‿◕｡)

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