dear diary

dear diary.i fear i have a secret to tell burried deep within my lungs lips chapped from bitten blues & sore throat from choking down truth

dear diary. i feel i need to spill my guts, come clean bring the inner pollution forward recyling tear drops to form laughter marks fingerprinted manipulation pinpointing a narrative muse

dear diary. i have not spoken to you in quite some time for speaking words i'd rather, store away make reality seem real & daydreaming a childish outlet quivering lips, blurred fingertips shivering bones, shadowing arthritis

deary diary. i'd rather tell you about my day & leave the secret telling for another page.

truly, sheeluvlee

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