broken, and worn
tired from pain.
these words, are soft, and frail, and weak.
these bindings are giving up, and ready to release.
this cover is dusty and old, and ready to greet peace.
but all the chapters are precious gold.
and all the stories are treasures to unfold.
all the phrases are memories i've made
all the letters are knowledge i've gained.
Now this book has finally closed
and I suppose,
that all the love I ever felt
will melt
into those tattered pages.
and in this cover, the story will stay
until my mind forgets, or until I fade away.
but, this book will always be
the story that set me free.
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