it all seems exactly right
wrongs and all.
Imperfection included,
I smile more now than I ever have
Despite those people
who won't listen to anything
anything they don't want to hear.
I can't tell anyone anything
anything they will listen to,
so it's better not to say anything
anything at all.
Headstones climbing my thighs,
middle lesson-the sound we make is loudest in our own heads.
I am not your diary.
I am not your diary.
I am not your diary.
Express yourself for yourself.
Quit mourning the murder of the vicarious life you had me to live.
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