The note book so filled.
Yet so empty.
The toughts still play in my head.
The way other people see me.
The way my note book helped me and the way it hurt me.
They way the ink smared the pages.
who
- Twich
- twich....not much said, iam like the wind you know its there you can feal it but you can never see it.
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