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