Oh how I miss my blank pages
And the story my mind creates
Out of scratch
Where I can escape
To any places I wanna go
Become any one
I wanna be
I just want more...
To feel all scenes intertwine
inside my brain cells
Down to my fingers
Up to the blank pages
That I miss so much...
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The Regret
One day, somewhere I no longer remember, I read about this: After God created mankind, He regretted… Already a catholic that day, I wondered...
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How do you do that? Love your enemy. Really? It’s even nearly impossible not to imagine grabbing the hair of those teens who just couldn... -
Oh… these numbers… Such dreary numbers before my drowsy eyes My passion has been dried out Nothing is left there to spark the flame I watch ...
you describe it very well! :)
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