Hidden Words
Im stuck inside the pages, in between the lines.
I am here waiting, for someone to open this book of mine.
My book is full of answers that solve a mystery.
Yet my book is hidden under lock and key.
My pages start to yellow, the ink it starts to fade.
Yet I am still here waiting for someone to come my way.
Maybe someday theyll find me, theyll come and set my free.
But for now Ill stay hidden, deep inside of me.
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