Book Of Freedome

Book Of Freedome

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I sat there, alone on the bench at the schoolground. I always were alone at this school. But I don't really care about being alone, I've been it my whole life anyway. The only friends I got, is the characters I'm writing in my books. Right now have I maybe seven different books, full of words and adventures/romance/games and so on. My grandmother died for a month ago and I were at her grave for some days ago. She and I wrote a book togheter but we never got to end it before she left us, so I've kept it in my room as a memory. But one thing I can't understand is that grandmother leaved a blank book for me, I am having it with me all the time but don't know what to do with it, until today.
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To You,

I just wanted to feel as if someone like you exists. You were the only one who cared enough to talk to me. The only one kind enough to try to get me to say more than two words. The only one who cared enough to keep me around, I know that by the time I give you this, you won't know where I am until the end. If you skip it all, if you ignore it, or if you read it before I leave just know that nonetheless, I wanted to say thank you. There's just some things in life, I need to get off my chest and doing this, I feel like I could have someone to tell. I know it's not the same as telling you in person but, to me, this means a hell of a lot more.

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