A small, tan coloured book, completely unadorned. The binding is worn and aged, the pages slightly tattered and curling towards the edges. Several small notes peek out here and there from between the sheaves of parchment and pieces of torn blue silk mark places within.
Saturday, 22 September 2007
I hate sighs, I hate frowns...I am sick to death of questions...with no answers and even when I do get answers do I ever get it all?
I just want one conversation with each person to have nothing but completely straight and honest answers. Im so frustrated, I feel like I am running in endless circles.
Celestia posted @ 18:14 -
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