She was like a book
But not the typical book you could find in any library
She was a first edition
Never been copied
And like many originals they aren’t always taken care of properly
Her book had some folds and tears here and there maybe even a loose spine
Her story wasn’t for everyone but many picked up her story anyways
Every soul to pick up her book browsed among the chapters and their brittle pages
Many skipped over the dark parts of her story
Those who skipped those dark parts of her story skimmed over those brittle pages with no care to how it would damage the book they held
Although those who chose to read those dark pages of the scary chapters her book held
Ran
Every soul to pick up her book has caused either more damage to the brittle book or simply ran
She strived in the dark
She chose to share what she strived in with those curious enough to pick up her book
But they all ran
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Author:
Rain (
Offline) - Published: April 26th, 2022 01:46
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
I like your writing .. although sad . Sometimes others simply run away from someone who tells them the truth about themselves .. they don’t know how to react so they run .. but that’s just sad isn’t it because we can’t help the past we have
Sounds like a sad unhappy soul (( and a very lonely person
usually
people, never care for the book
itself
only what stories, they can
squeeze, out of it
and then
like decaying, rind
they toss the rest..
but that book, once
represented
all the hope in the world
to those fingers, who
authored it
into the world...
(a wonderful dedication
tenderly worded
thanks for sharing)
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