When I first placed my hands on these diaries,
Scraps of paper…There were notes and scribbles
And all kinds of shit
A lot of feelings came bubbling up
But mostly this one…How the hell am I still alive?
That’s what I think every day
But, more on that later
After all, this is just the intermission
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