My life used to be an open book.
A vomiting encyclopedia spewing the data of my life.
Now my life is a diary kept under lock and key.
The words have come to life
but they have to be locked away.
Their reality is to painful to bear.
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I guess this means you will not be posting for a while. (?) :-(
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