In This Moment
She wished on the stars
That simply were not there.
The same way she wished for things that would never be.
These things, the ordinary world would not see.
Her thoughts were her most valuable possession.
Some would say that journal was her obsession.
She couldn't help but express herself,
In those books that fill the shelves.
Her heart was on those pages
They're worth more than your minimum wages.
One day her words will become the currency,
And in them, will lie all of her memories.
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