The last line of regret,
Did anyone see
where I left my self respect?
Over sharing is caring,
And I cared myself into a frenzy.
The kitchen, a hide away,
A holiday,
We all get a go here,
But I'll go first.
Like a well rehearsed fool,
The words spill
And there is nothing to lose,
Every secret hid gets their moment.
More then I could tell
Any councilor,
Barber, or even taxi man.
I even told how upset I was
Not to get a Mr frosty
At Christmas that time.
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