I sit on a shelf dusty and grey, 📚 In shadowed corners where memories half-obscure the day. I once was loved, held close and tight; ❤️ My pages turned tonight in soft golden light ✨. Now I'm forgotten, my cover worn, my spine cracked, my title jaded and torn 😔. Once alive with whispers, tales, and dreams, 💭 It would seem now I just linger on in silence. Each line that I hold, each word I weave, 📝 Is a story in waiting, a soul to relieve.

I need a hand that's gentle and kind ❤️ to unearth the treasures within me confined. Maybe the dust will gather and the years will pass, but my heart keeps on beating behind the glass 💔. Oh, to have the eyes of this world be met by secrets I keep, so bittersweet 🤫. Oh, to be read, to be held once more, to dance in the minds I once adored 💫. For in every letter, every rhyme, is a fragment of eternity, trapped in time ⏰.
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