My Notebook
My pen bleeds my soul, every idle word and story untold. Things i thougt could never be told, come out of my pen like water. This may seem old, but to me its new. Every page and every phrase, i swear its true. My life, my fight my cries in the night. Truth in these volumes tell it all. Read these young man's ramblings and eventually you'll see my soul. In My NoteBook
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