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Dear Diary,

Sometimes I think I'm too good to meet you.
They say I'm too young to love you.
I live in romances; I breathe poetry of the Beat generation.
They judge me as a drawing book.

Sometimes I think that I am too good to know
Thee They say that I am too new to love you.
I live in novels, breather poetry of the Beat Generation.
They judge me as a book of drawings.

My boyfriend is in a band, while he plays I end up in Beat poetry.
You also judge me, your words hurt.

I am the water which freezes
you is the fire that burns.

I am the wind that erases your tracks.
You're the sea that loads and brings everything to you.

And in spite of everything, I am free!

And even thinking that I was born in the wrong era
always speak for my generation
citing that new nation

"And if you don't like it

you can beat itBeat it, baby"

And always when we talked you never understood what I was talking about.

I was tired of explaining.

Forget everything!

I'll always be a girl from Brooklyn

With the delicacy of a dry rose, Miss...

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