Somebody thought enough about me and my love of written expression to purchase me a wonderful journal with a cover.
Someone cares enough about my thoughts to give me a beautiful book and cover that I can carry with me always and conveniently so that my thoughts can be written down before they flee my mind
Someone cares enough about my words to encourage me to just keep writing by providing me something beautiful to write them in
Someone cared enough about my feelings to give me a compact portable beautiful place where no matter where I am, I can whip it out and whatever is on my mind, I can write it down.
Someone cared enough about all that is floating around in my head to provide the door (my journal) and the key (my pen which I had to identify the perfect one) to write in my journal to release all within my head, my heart and set my soul free.
Someone knew enough about me and cared enough about me to provide me with a tool to build myself up, a hammer, to completely destroy what's already falling apart but also to nail together the boards to rebuild this person
somebody cared......
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