Life is a notebook.
It can be like the edge,
You sometimes meet people in your life and then
they become a part of you. Then they just
rip away and leave. Life has lines , where
if you cross them it becomes UN-neat and sloppy.
If your not careful it will get crinkled,and torn,
you have to take care of it. Every person who comes and sticks around
writes a story, and every single story is a work of art.
You meet so many people,and they write so many story's, and sooner
than you knew possible it runs out and your story is over.
You just have to hope that it was good enough and filled with enough memories that
it will stand the test of time and your story will live on for others to know.
