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people ask me for help, i turn away.
i run. and hide.
where?
in the solitude of blank pages. i get lost in the lines on the page.
if you want me, you can find me between the covers of my little black book. i live there.
this can't be healthy, what i'm doing to myself.
i love you all. honestly.
i run. and hide.
where?
in the solitude of blank pages. i get lost in the lines on the page.
if you want me, you can find me between the covers of my little black book. i live there.
this can't be healthy, what i'm doing to myself.
i love you all. honestly.