Pen

Sun, 05/17/2015 - 12:20 -- DjGamer

My life is paper

And I have a pencil

I can write my life

But the lines can change

 

He has an eraser

He erases my lines

Then he takes his pen

And re-writes my life

 

I take my eraser

And try to erase

But no matter how hard I try 

The lines won't change

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