The Libarary

Written by: Judy Riley

 
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!