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A New Chapter


As I wander through the ink, letters and pages.

I find myself lost.

My maker is gone, chapters between us.

I am now on my own.

It's a scary world out beyond the force of protection.

People are dangerous, they are all preditors hunting for the same want.

There will be a time, where I will crisp and brand new.

But now I must rough through the rips and tears.

And foucus on the happily ever after and my prince charming.

I must learn what it is like to be unwanted before I know what is real.

I need to live before it is to late. 

 


 

 

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