She scribiled in her notebook when she was sad,angry or hreartbroken because she never knew what to write.
And it was probably just taking away her oxygen,and everyone eles around her.
It was probably just a waste of trees.
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She's lost In A Sea Of Poetry
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A Waste Of Trees
She scribiled in her notebook when she was sad,angry or hreartbroken because she never knew what to write.
And it was probably just taking away her oxygen,and everyone eles around her.
It was probably just a waste of trees.