On a black diary beside
I have pages nothing but white
I have pages nothing but white
I grab my pen, old yet fine
And start drawing lines only line
And start drawing lines only line
I watch the ink thick then thin
And think of all the stories that it lie within
And think of all the stories that it lie within
Glorious stories, adventures, fairy tales
But then i look inside and find my incomplete story that always fail....
But then i look inside and find my incomplete story that always fail....
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