Blank Page We are just words that finding others, form paragraphs that will eventually write the history of the world. Lonely we are stuck into boredom of one meaning, but when we join together it is given us a world of possibilies. The one who writes us we can't see. The one who put us all together we don't get at first. But at the end it doesn't matter whose pen it is, but wether or not we'll let ourselves be written down.
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