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Dear Diary

Dear Diary

1/X/20XX

As my wise wife once said,

Remembering is believing and forgetting is sinning.

'Tis a pity she's now dead,

So I wander alone, now somewhat missing.

She was a good lass, what a great shame.

I walked through my rooms, remembering her name.

As the flowers once bloomed, they finally withered and died,

I wonder if she got to heaven, or got sadly denied.

2/X/20XX

Today I just slumped,

remembering the good times that there were.

One day I got dumped,

I rebounded through fate and finally met her.

She was a diamond, in my mental rough,

As I tried to meet her, I found it so tough.

But as the words kept pouring, I gradually recovered,

And at the end of all this, we became lovers.

3/X/20XX

Maybe it's my fault it came to this end.

I mean, I saw it all coming with my addiction to gain.

Somehow I feel like I could not mend,

My heart once beating, now stopped by the pain.

Curse love and all it has done!

Why can't I have grabbed that gun?!

A moment of doubt, a few slow reactions,

And the next thing I knew, she stopped all of her actions.

4/X/20XX

The phone is still ringing,

In a desperate hope to reach me.

Can't it just stop ringing?

There's no chance to reach me!

How come I'm here still standing?

Is this the punishment god's demanding?

I lie here, depressed and confused.

Maybe the devil himself is slightly amused.

5/X/20XX

Still slumping,

My muscles declining,

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My room is now jumping,

My own thoughts colliding.

Is living really worth the pain?

Am I the target of my own blame?

Could I even continue now?

Do I even know how?

6/X/20XX

Life makes no sense,

I can't imagine why.

My crumbling defense.

Now I can only cry.

I finally hear them, the sirens of police.

Maybe it's time to make my own peace.

My heart starts to race, is it finally time?

Why do I even bother to continue this rhyme?

13/X/20XX

My week in the hospital was finally over,

Prevented from sharp objects, that included my pen.

I had managed to forget my one-time lover,

And got released from that place back to my den.

On my way back, I was so delighted.

The first look inside, I wouldn't have fore-sighted.

My stuff was gone, mold and dust were all that was left.

I started to get sad since it was my first case of theft.

14/X/20XX

I go to the police, report in hand,

Only to get yelled at and told 'piss off'.

Unable to retort, I kneel in the sand,

I just stay there, tears rolling off.

I-I just can't stop writing,

The injustices I can't stop fighting...

16/X/20XX

Who am I fooling?

My life's a joke and I know it.

Blood is now pooling,

My life's over and I know it.

My rich life turned poor,

I'm now at death's door.

My life is ticking away, despair engulfing me.

Hello my dear, did you miss me?