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My Little Notebook

It sits in my pocket. It waits to see my words. It carry's my dreams in its pages. It keeps my ideas in perspective. It lets me revisit my thoughts. It hides my nightmares in solid blue lines. It is the warden of my confusion. It is a great joy to keep with me. It is truly a savior from my self destruction.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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