Carol’s Diary


It was scribbled as it happened
and the tears and pain aged the page
Day after Day,
Night came before Noon
The covers could no longer hold the tales
Such tribulations must be presented
at trial
Until then,
the detectives search for a witness
But in pure form,
someone becomes something
Truth is never really hidden
It is merely underneath it all

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