#654

I finished the book.
I’m not sure I liked it.
Except page 32
Parts of chapter 15

it was a fraudulent synopsis.

If I were a story,
I’m not sure I’d like it.
Except a paragraph or so
that whisper, 
for once it’s ok to stop and stare at me,
but never let your heart be still.

Over so many beautiful blank pages,
words become nothing more than little stones in my shoe.

It's the small things,
that write the story of an unintentional life.
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