Finding My Voice

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Found my voice in a book
And together,
We explored dark secrets
And shared moments I never had with another.
My true love was a book
And a book,
Was my first and last love.

They say I am a recluse,
I hide behind a book
But they don't know.
They don't want to know,
They hate to know
So, I never tried.
A blind man, may have eyes
But truth will always elude him.

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