Not just a book
Drowning, suffocating, definitely not breathing
Choking on my choices, so not worth leaving
I need to find a way, a way of surviving
Because sometimes living is just inquiring
It's just another way to live for a few minutes longer
It's a way to realize it's better even when you're sober
It's a way to live vicariously through folders
It's more than just another book, it's my life holder
Standing in a crowd does little to hide my pain
Believing if I find them I can overcome these chains
Looking at me, all I see is plain. Just plain
In a book, I know I don't live in vain
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