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Jun 2013
Life is like having a pen and a blank page in the midst of the night,
You never know what you’re going to end up writing.
Sometimes you end up with a masterpiece and sometimes it all leads to tragedy.
Life is like a blank page,
With every sentence you write you get closer to realizing where it’s all heading.
And sometimes, its left blank for a while because your too busy trying to figure out
which words to use,
which person to be,
which life to live.
This is what happens when your brain starts to wander.
The Habits of My Heart
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