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Debbie’s Diary

Dear diary, I am very, very tired.
I fear the looming future, & the past.
I need to quit my job before I’m fired.
In every race, I finish second-last.

I fear the looming future, & the past.
The present is unwrapping like a mess.
In every race, I finish second-last.
My shoes don’t fit & neither does my dress.

The present is unwrapping like a mess.
My back is aching. So too is my head.
My shoes don’t fit & neither does my dress.
My dreams are not returning from the dead.

My back is aching. So too is my head.
Unloved, unwanted, why is life so hard?
My dreams are not returning from the dead.
The very grass has died in my front yard.

Unloved, unwanted, why is life so hard?
I need to quit my job before I’m fired.
The very grass has died in my front yard.
Dear Diary, I am very, very tired.