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I'm still learning to pretend
That what I am reading
Were my thoughts of brokeness 
That the chapters of my book
Were too precious to ruin
Without tearing apart the pages,
I slowly encountered they were filled
With sentimental malice
And burning them one by one,
Where a complete waste of
Time

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