She was the book that I would read over and over again, hoping for a different ending.
So blind, I’ve forgotten that there were other books.
A book shelf right in front of me.
Books full of
New chapters.
Fresh pages.
With every indentation, every line, every word,
I would slowly forget her book.
Afraid of this new book
I don’t know even know her title
Her words are a code I’m always trying to decipher
But I’ll try my best to memorize her pages, her stories until I’m no longer afraid.
Hoping for new chapters to be made
Hoping for old memories that would fade
Always hoping she will help me to turn the page.
Her book.

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