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Dear Next Page
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This isn’t a diary
Dear Poem
Or what have you
Diaries are for
Confessions
Apologies in the old-fashioned way
As in explanations
Defensive explanations
And wishes
Wishes maybe
For the world to change
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I keep a journal,
Which in the definitive way
Is dull
Why do I think the way I do? is
Taken on
And why is there breath
Or anything
But here’s the thing,
There I often write about
The way I feel
Not asking why I feel this way,
Simply saying
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Maybe it is a diary, after all,
In the tradition of
A lock and key
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I have a password
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C L Couch
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clcouch123 
August 22, 2020 at 7:36 pm
Sometimes we write so as not to forget. Other people take photographs, but a photograph is public, stage managed. Writing is personal and can bring back a memory just as easily as a photograph.
August 25, 2020 at 9:48 am
oh this reminded me how i started journaling, finally, because of this forced lockdown. you are so true. why do we do and how dull are we. but we are special and we write because we need to make sense of our thoughts. i got password, too. 🙂