a strange & dusty, dusty book

[Dandeli]

Oddly enough, an additional page has been scribbled in! It seems dangerously catered to a singular individual, 

and much to the dismay of future readers, left inconspicuous and vague, telling about little of her life. One may

even say this an absolute sham of a diary, and not how they are meant to be used, who'll understand this later?

HELLO AGAIN, DIARY:
it's me, it's who you expected,

ektu.

just ektu.



What do you mean I only write in here when I want to mope and grieve??
It's how it goes; get used to it, book! Wah, Wah, BOO. HOO.
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Those are the words I would put in here if this book had sentience - however,

it does not,

.

i am thirty-four five years old and i am talking to myself,

but that isn't the subject today,

.

hey,

.

pal, can you see from up there?

me moping..??!!! i know you've like, passed on, maybe?

new day, new you, but i want to imagine

i can send you a.. farewell?

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i like make believe, something, something,

.

i do not know where your corpse lays to rot,

would it rot? you were approximately sixty-eight percent. .

metal,

.

but?

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that is beside the point; i wonder, 

if relinquished from it all,

your duties,

responsibilities,

.

what would you have sought. .

beyond that life?

.

a fluorescent blue snapback?

a pair of comfier slippers - were they slippers?

i couldn't tell - it's hard to look down far, you know?

tall up here.

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move onto your next life swimmingly, won't you?

.

much like that.. dolphin you tried to adhere a letter to..

.. and orchestrate it to deliver it, seamlessly, after sinking into the WET sea.

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P.S. my kids are growing and the How-To parent manual didn't cover everything.

what do i do, non-sentient, quiet diary consisting of like.. eighty two pages?