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As we fold each page, It's important to note, The past is but a whisper Of a paragraph already told. Pen in hand, ink dripping, We write our future. Scribe our dreams and hopes, Upon the paper ledger. Each struggle, a crease. Each success, a chapter. Our birth, the prologue. The title, the cover. Our death, the epilogue. Das ende.
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
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As we fold each page, It's important to note, The past is but a whisper Of a paragraph already told. Pen in hand, ink dripping, We write our future. Scribe our dreams and hopes, Upon the paper ledger. Each struggle, a crease. Each success, a chapter. Our birth, the prologue. The title, the cover. Our death, the epilogue. Das ende.
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
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