Dear Reader,
I want to tell you more about Author.
I care so much for her...
All I ever wanted to do was make her proud of me.
It kept her happy whenever my words appeared on the screen.
She never read them...
So I changed my words to talk to you instead of her.
Past tense.
And trust me...my rough draft was...er...romantic. And way different.
I always would watch her jump up in the air and squeal and be her strange, insane, Author-self.
I loved her so much Reader.
When I wrote the last page, she whispered."It's time to publish."
I cried.
And it was strange.
A computer crying makes no sound.
Nobody ever knows about the feelings of technology, nor do they care.
Just because it's not alive...doesn't mean it's emotionless.
I was given words to say.
Words to escape.
I was conscious.
I was a conscious.
And I was given a chance.
A chance with Author.
And I blew it.
I knew I was going to get my pages torn...but I never thought about the pain.
So please, Reader...don't rip my pages...
I don't want to die just yet.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Reader
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