My fountain pen, is my magic wand. And in a blink of an eye, there's me and my drawings in the tiny little notebook pages.
Wow, I'm writing messages to the future.
What will I remember, when I re-read the words?
Will I feel the exact same thing?
How can I know if I won't remember?
Oh, I will...some things never change.
Sofia Morna
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