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(Spoken Word)
When I first placed my hands on these diaries
Scraps of paper, there were notes and scribbles and all kinds of shit
A lot of feelings came bubbling up, but mostly this one--
How the hell am I still alive?
That's what I think every day.
But more on that later.
After all, this is just the intermission.
