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I drift into the pages,
Of the book of broken dreams. I find my name a hundred times, On every page it seems. I give my love too easy. Passion from heart and soul. At first you crave forever, Then the bells of ending toll. If I am such a writer, As my words are felt within. Then why must the book I'm writing, Be ripped to shreads again. My pages stained with tear drops. The seams, they fall apart. I copywrite these memories Printed on my broken heart. |
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Your writting is beautiful,I hope your heart heals.
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you write heart felt stuff hope you keep post some of them
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Awww know those feelings very good indeed
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