i ever knew kept a diary.
usually
it was stuffed under
the mattress
in the far corner
of the bed.
i read everyone that i
could find
wanting to find out
how a girl's
mind worked,
but they all held the same
story.
boys boys boys.
tears and fears.
friends
and school.
parents.
tame stuff for the most
part.
it was long before everyone
was undressing
their lives
online.
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