Manuscript
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| Manuscript |
When the pen touched the paper,
The ink start to spread in,
The paper absorb the ink,
As the pen moves,
A letter is form.
In the beginning of writing this story few months back,
Every letter,
He put all his heart in,
His feelings,
His thoughts,
Their memories.
Creating a beautiful book cover,
A organized content,
A interesting prologue,
Opening and closing of a chapter,
Each and every word,
Every part,
He never miss anything left unwritten.
But
After a few chapter,
He had to put down his pen,
As there's nothing more to write,
Because he never expect the ending would come so fast.
But he did not tear those pages,
He did not burn the book,
He just left it there,
Collecting dust.
And that manuscript is left there,
Never published,
Never continued,
And she never knew.
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