The Women in my Life

My diary is using me
To fill her emptiness inside.
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My Chinese pen opens her ends
But only if I press her down.
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My ink is always wet for me
And makes me screw her up the pen.
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My schedule is a needy one,
Who makes me look at her a lot.
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They start with promises of rhyme,
But always leave me halfway through.