Someday, someday soon.
And that's what he said.
"I would never do anything to make you feel or make you be something that is anything
but who you are.
You are too precious.
Much too precious to me."
I took the pen and let it say the words
that I could never say.
Took my heart in my hands
and I handed it over.
That pen spoke volumes.
And I just,
someday someday soon,
but those are just some silly dreams
If I dare to even say it outloud.
--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.
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