Chapter Five.
Page 147 of 365.
Blank Pages.
There are blank pages scattered all around the floor.
They are not going to be filled with the sweet words, like they used to.
A sweet temptation over a sinful delight.
There are blank pages scattered all around the floor.
They are wasted, just like the times we had spent on us.
A rubbish on a trash can.
There are blank pages scattered all around the floor.
They are empty and plain white, just like the way they should be.
A purity lies on a fake feeling.
There are blank pages scarttered all around the floor.
Just as much as the blank pages on my memories of you.
Moving on, moving on.
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