I looked out into the world
And I saw it
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We are all main characters in our own books
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I couldn’t unsee what I had seen
All of us walking around with pages and chapters
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With bookmarks to save the important parts
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With spines and bindings
Pristine
Or stained with living
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I can’t unsee it now
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The way our lives play out
Like the chapters in a book
Like stories to be told
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With love and heartbreak
With turmoil
And body aches
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I saw the words written on everyones face
“He had a rough past, and now he’s struggling to reach his future”
“Her heart has just been broken, but she fought on for her daughter”
“He said goodbye to his dad not knowing it would be the last time he hugged him”
“ She just found her soulmate, but she really didn’t know it”
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I can’t unsee it now
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The way we are all main characters in our own books
Trilogies
From childhood
To Throughout our lives
To our THE END.
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It’s become an obsession
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Because I just want to read them all
Every word
Every chapter
To feel the bookmarked
To soak in every reason why
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I want to flip through your lurid pages
Because you are a book I want to read
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And I can’t unsee it now