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Blank Pages
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May 18, 2008, 01:58:pm
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The lines taunt me.
The empty white space stares undauntingly;cold,emotionless.
Begging for precious ink to fill its veins.
An almost child-like innocence uncorrupted by the cesspool of sin.
The filth of this world.
No preference,No race,No opinion.
Pure indifference.
My best friend never talks and always listens.
I feed it thoughts.
It watches My temper.
I seek the blank pages.
The abyss.
Free from order and judgment.
BLANK are the pages of absolute FREEDOM.
Mood: melancholy...
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