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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February 9, 2009 at 9:47 AM
I want an encyclopedia from you!!! You keep writing. You have a world full of people to help with your words.
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