Fifty Nine

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The pages cut your fingers,
and the words cut your heart,
like the author had a knife,
and was tearing your soul apart.

You laughed with the characters,
and with them you cried,
you fell in love with them, too,
but with them you died.

And when the book reached it's end,
and your broken heart couldn't heal,
you suddenly realized that

it's

not

real.

•Unknown Author•

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