You are like an old book. You are either left alone, in darkness forgotten by the one that once loved you.
Or you are loved by not only the one that made you but by many you meet along the way; and yes even though you pages grow old like the lines on your face but they also show that you were once open, read and happy; your words never changed but over time and with different people their meaning do but never like your love never like that hope, joy, laughter you carry with you.
So which old book are you, loved and cherrished or lost and forgotten by one and all. - Pricilla♡
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One day the sun shall rise
And not find you beneath its rays
So do as you will
While the earth does not yet taken you
In her cold embrace.
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