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The Living Journal


Oh these words! How I feel so alive. These words another life Another person to uncover. Hidden from outside illusions Trapped within these pages. I am alive in these words My vital signs good My pulse a constant. But when words are gone, And this pen is shut I return to how it was, Dead and Empty. Until I can pick up this pen, And write once more In this book That gives me life.
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