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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