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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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  1. Date: 2/9/2009 9:47:00 AM

    I want an encyclopedia from you!!! You keep writing. You have a world full of people to help with your words.