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Little Black Notebook Ink-less Blue Pen
Little Black Notebook Ink-less Blue Pen
She cries at night feeling dead inside. What's wrong with her? The girl doesn't even know. There's just this empty feeling at the pit of her stomach.
She starts writing dark, lonely poems in her little black notebook writing in a blue pen. She writes of her emotions but still doesn't understand the emptiness she feels.
Throwing her blue pen down she asks herself, "What's wrong with me?"
Tears start to flow down her eyes.
"What am I crying for?"
Drops of sadness spill onto the paper of her little black notebook.
Tears must've been her inspiration, for she started writing things down furiously putting all her thoughts down until that blue pen lost all it's ink.
She laid stretched out on her bed feeling tired and still empty. No more tears ran down her face. She closed her eyes.
The girl with the little black notebook and ink-less blue pen finally knew why she was feeling how she is. She sighed deeply as a smile crept to her usually sad frown knowing that it was her last.
She starts writing dark, lonely poems in her little black notebook writing in a blue pen. She writes of her emotions but still doesn't understand the emptiness she feels.
Throwing her blue pen down she asks herself, "What's wrong with me?"
Tears start to flow down her eyes.
"What am I crying for?"
Drops of sadness spill onto the paper of her little black notebook.
Tears must've been her inspiration, for she started writing things down furiously putting all her thoughts down until that blue pen lost all it's ink.
She laid stretched out on her bed feeling tired and still empty. No more tears ran down her face. She closed her eyes.
The girl with the little black notebook and ink-less blue pen finally knew why she was feeling how she is. She sighed deeply as a smile crept to her usually sad frown knowing that it was her last.