By the moon as I sit to seek your glory,
The white roses I see creates a new story,
Seasons are many, their reasons few,
What remains is that I will always love you.
(Mainly a poem but who cares)
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My Book Of Randomness
RandomHii I'm Lauren and this is my book of randomness. I'll talk about a lot of different things here. Feelings,quotes, and random stuff. I don't get WiFi all the time so expect slow updates. Some things won't be mine and I'll leave the account and book...
