If there's only one thing
She's truly learned
Is that, she'll keep writing her story
Until she get the Chapter she wantBooks, books she found are a way
To lives a thousand life
Or to find strength in a very long one.
She stopped sending paragraphsStopped begging
Stopped telling people how to treat her
And started walking away
And distancing herselfAnd sure, life's been lonely
But it's becoming peaceful
If she could stay inside her books
Maybe everything would be betterLife would make more sense
She spent her life folded
Between pages of books
In the absence of human relationshipShe formed bonds with paper characters
If there's only one thing she truly learned
Is that, she will keep writing her story
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365 Days Sleepiness Nights
Short StoryThis is just a random compilation poems of mine.