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I have a BOOKSHELF for a HEART And INK runs through my VEINS I'll WRITE you into my STORY With the TYPEWRITER in my BRAIN My BOOKSHELF is getting CROWDED With all the STORIES that I've PENNED Of the PEOPLE who FLICKERED through my PAGES But chose to CLOSE the BOOK before the END I have PUSHED one to the very BACK That SITS collecting DUST With it's TITLE in my finest PRINT "THE ONES WHO LOST MY TRUST" There's BOOKS I'm scared to OPEN And BOOKS I don't CLOSE STORIES of all the people I've met Stretched out in ENDLESS rows Some people have only ONE sentence While others have a BIG part Thousands of INKY FOOTPRINTS That have been left ACROSS my HEART You might wonder WHY I do this Why WRITE of PEOPLE I once knew I do it for hope that one day I mean ENOUGH For someone to WRITE about ME too