Story of Forever Ago

June 3, 2013

Pen on paper, Black on white, Alone and bored on that day I reached inward And created a few companions, They laughed and played On sun-lit beaches As I smiled and looked on I gave my creations A few quirks and family ties, So they would never be bored. A door open that could never be closed, Even as I stopped writing that day; I’ll never forget those figures made of ink Created on the gloomy day O so long ago. And who knows; Maybe they sit and play on those beaches still yet, Those beaches of forever ago.

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To be honest, There's not much to tell, I'm an everyday girl, Going from day to day, It's all grey, But that's okay, 'Cause that's all there is, Better grey than red, Better grey than dead. 15 and insane. There isn't much to know about me, because there isn't much left of me. I am a writer, an artist, and a dreamer. I am good at being none of the above. You will forget me, I guarantee it. But most of you will never know me so there is nothing to forget.

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