I know it's true
it can not be otherwise,
I was the last one
to write in the diary
now you tell me,
everyhting, we agreed was true
is no longer, how could it be
you say I was not the last to comment
others came after, to rewrite our history
and so it has been, and so it will be
that pasts and befores
have new beginnings
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