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Open the door to life unscripted. There are no pens here--only memories (but they make us who we are). I hope I find the place in my heart that shows me how to love. Then I can go to sleep knowing that it's beating--and beating for one reason. When I believe will I write it on my heart? When I confess will I wear it on my sleeve? I can't pretend--I'm the man I never wanted to be. But I can't give up--there's still hope for me. Sometimes in life we wonder who we are. We try to erase the painful memories. From Letras Mania