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Saturday, November 21, 2009 Ö
Posted by yourname @ 6:02 AM

"Hello,my friend."
"How are you?"

people thinks im silly
people thinks im childish
because i talk to a book
i will always hug a book everywhere i go

when im feeling sad
i talk to my book

when im angry
i'll scribble on my book

my book is not a diary
its just a book

i feel it with
poems,stories,songs

its not silly habit
its a hobby
its not nerdy
its uncommon

"Hello,my friend."
"How are you?"

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I am imagination. I can see what the eyes cannot see. I can hear what the ears cannot hear. I can feel what the heart cannot feel . - Peter Nivio Zarlenga