Nothing to report,
Nothing special happens,
So why do I sit here,
Writing meaningless words,
On pre-dated pages,
A diary of misery,
A diary of loneliness.

I flick back a three months or so,
To see what i once was,
Happy with everything,
Happy with everyone,
Tears stream down my face,
Why did it all disappear?

Back to today,
It's only half nine,
And I'm sitting in bed,
Reporting my loneliness,
Reporting my sorrow,
Nobody will ever read this.

Dear diary....

The End

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