The Longest Story
I was writing in my diary,
a daily routine,
when my English teacher walked in.
"Is that a story?", he asked,
glancing at the many pages below.
I thought carefully,
fingering the pages.
"Yes." I said, looking up at him.
"What's it about?
What's the climax?
Where's the plot lead?"
I thought again,
flipping the pages.
"I don't really know yet."
Someday I will.
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