Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Just do it ...




Erase me. 
Rewrite me. 
Change the way I look. 
Bind me. 
Cage me. 
These pages are my home. 
I am not real i feel I pain,
And I have no say. 
I am your creation and you may,
Destroy me. 
Fix me. 
Change who I fall in love with. 
Make me lose it all. 
Or make me the richest one. 
I cannot say anything you do not wright. 
I am not free. 
I do not exist,
Outside these pages.

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