I could fill a thousand pages, telling you how i felt, and you still would not understand. So now I leave, without a sound, except that of my heart shattering as it hits the ground
I luk upon lyf as a
book & d ppl I luv r lyk
Rosepetals kept b/w d
pages
Ech tym I turn a pg of
my lyf
I find a Rosepetal
reminding me of my
beutiful memoriz (:
