Dear Diary,
oops, my bad
I thought you were the one
but I guess that was my bad.
oops, my bad
I dodged a bullet on that one
I must have crossed the line.
oops, my bad
I must have locked the keys
to that box of memory.
oops, my bad
I must have packed the wrong pens and paper
left dry with ink
no words
no vice
just love and misery
oops, my bad
Dear Diary.
Ooops a lot can go wrong…
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Thoroughly enjoyed this! Clever you are ~ Addressing your diary … the video is great as well!
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Perfectly describing the guilt-ridden psyche who thinks it’s not enough. Wonderful! Resonated.
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