I am made up of rotten pages,
spelt ink,
and old smells.
Once I sat upon a pretty little book shelf
crisp and new
my pages none torn or tattered.
But with passing of time
I became old cracked falling apart
with centuries passed
many hands touched my binder
fumbled my pages
and reading my print.
Once never to be forgotten
now I'm old,
rotten,
and time has forgotten,
my importance,
my countenance,
my change.
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"Be kind to those whom you call your enemies,
because they might be your friends in your future."
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My real name is Mandy I'm 33 years old living with my cat. I love my family and friends they mean the world to me. I've suffered a lot in my life I find that the more I go through the wiser I be come.
John: He's dead Jim!
Ghost: But I'm right here!
Jim: He must of choked on a chicken bone.
John: Nope cancer asked for his cigarette.
Ghost: I should have known cancer would kill for a cigarette.
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