By Farah |
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2007 Dec 25
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Pages of life that are yet to be filled..That are yet to be written...To be spoken of...To be critisized and wrapped in that thing they call "love".|
My book always ends up empty,with vertical lines that remind me of the mistakes I've made and the chances I had but blew them away.
Will he ever write down on my book?Or at least read it??