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A Book and A Reader.
The synopsis looked good,
the cover looked nice,
I opened the book,
and began a new life.
I found a new home,
I met some new friends,
I kept on reading,
hoping it would never end.
I danced through the pages,
I sang out the words,
I felt all their joy,
all their pain and hurt.
The pages cut my finger,
and the words cut my heart,
like the author had a knife,
and was tearing my soul apart.
I laughed with the characters,
and with them I cried.
I fell in love with them, too,
and with them I died.
And when the book reached its end,
and my broken heart couldn't heal,
it was then when I realised,
it all wasn't real.
the cover looked nice,
I opened the book,
and began a new life.
I found a new home,
I met some new friends,
I kept on reading,
hoping it would never end.
I danced through the pages,
I sang out the words,
I felt all their joy,
all their pain and hurt.
The pages cut my finger,
and the words cut my heart,
like the author had a knife,
and was tearing my soul apart.
I laughed with the characters,
and with them I cried.
I fell in love with them, too,
and with them I died.
And when the book reached its end,
and my broken heart couldn't heal,
it was then when I realised,
it all wasn't real.
