Do you care if I waste your time? I really have nothing to say. I am the one who brought you the rhyme. Now you can throw it away.
I am the one who's voice is never heard. The one who gave you his soul in words. As now the day comes to it's end. A night of excitment begins
I the staring child lost within himself. Finding comfort from his fears in books upon a shelf. For endless adventures begin and end with every stroke of my pen.
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