The Pink Notebook

I have a pink notebook.

These are its contents.

Poetry, prose, and snippets that don't qualify as either.

Today, I stumbled across a pink notebook I'd long forgotten.

Opening this pink notebook was like reliving moments from my past. Inside are poetry, prose, and snippets that can't be defined as either.

I sat on my bed and let my songs move me back to a place I haven't been in a long time...

How could I have ever forgotten this?

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