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The Libarary
have not
became ice.
I do exist
now,
Though
some of
my choices
do not let me
live...
as
I was,
life before.
I smell the rose,
but
I
do not
touch, for I
know, the thorns hurt
so.
I
build my
walls to try
to protect, for
fear
of
my life
consuming
you. live life for
now.
My
book is
closing. Each
book builds a part
to the Libarary.
Bye!
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