we are like trees
we all have our roots, were we came from
we have our stems, what holds us up, what keeps us standing
and the branches and branches of memories, that branch off into more
we also have our leaves, the memories that we soon forget, and fly away so we can grow new ones
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Poetrythis is not a story is this a idea book for all u ppl out there. in this "book" i will put poems, ideas, quotes etc. stories entered by others well have their name on them.
