Dear Diary: It's Over.

We were kids turning pages,

in a couple year long love story

and it ended pages ripped,

i'm sorry. 


My starry eyes didn't last, dear diary,

I kept them waiting, then left them

an unsavoury taste of myself,

on that dreary monday.


We've read the ending now,

anger thrown across

tattered memories we shared together. 


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