Heart filled with thoughts.
With words, it talks.
With dreads, it roars.
This is not a love story.
This is not a dramatic book I used to write.
This is just a lonely book.
An empty book.
A book filled with random but useless thoughts.
A never ending book.
You like it, you read it.
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