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A Book


I’ve been burned, torn apart, bound with care, Used and abused, My spine has been cracked, my insides have been crumpled, I am loved by many, ignored by some But I don’t mind I whisper my secrets to you all the same. I tell you my stories, it’s all I have I’ll wait for you faithfully until you visit me again.
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