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i am a page. bookmark-ed. a fairy tale. a dream. and sometimes a fantasy. but i am not your only book nor your favourite book.

so you stuck around for me to give you the perfect excuse. and now you ask of me to let you move on? whos been holding on to who/what? you will never make up your mind, and you will never be looking for me, right and wrong times alike. so quit telling me about time or accusing me of dishonesty. cos for once, i am being honest with myself. i know i was never part of any bigger plan. i am accepting that now, so thank me for pushing you to the brim. we both know the mind is the strongest weapon, and i am sure you will be bent to have a happier life yet. the sheer sake of proving me wrong is enough to propel you.

i would be making quite a living if i could be teleported to a desert.

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