"A blank screen is a blank page is a little blinking line
A word is a sentence is a window out of time
The sentence becomes a paragraph and grows into a story
Fed with toil, love and thought, all in hopes of glory
Whether the words rhyme, dance, sing or weep
One can hope some meaning they’ll keep
Another story, another sentence, another blinking line
Devour ever word you see, for one day they might be mine"
For some reason, pangs of best friend nostalgia are painfully destroying any shred of happiness I have. I have all these people who are here for me if I need to talk, but she’s the only one I ever want to listen. It’s been years now. I hope her life is wonderful. I hope she is happy. I don't know why, when i looked to the pictures I realize how much i miss my old friends. "Hi how about your life until we are apart?" Imiss my gemofis so damn muchoo!
A word is a sentence is a window out of time
The sentence becomes a paragraph and grows into a story
Fed with toil, love and thought, all in hopes of glory
Whether the words rhyme, dance, sing or weep
One can hope some meaning they’ll keep
Another story, another sentence, another blinking line
Devour ever word you see, for one day they might be mine"
For some reason, pangs of best friend nostalgia are painfully destroying any shred of happiness I have. I have all these people who are here for me if I need to talk, but she’s the only one I ever want to listen. It’s been years now. I hope her life is wonderful. I hope she is happy. I don't know why, when i looked to the pictures I realize how much i miss my old friends. "Hi how about your life until we are apart?" Imiss my gemofis so damn muchoo!
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