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its been a while since ive uploaded anything up here, let me know what you think, positive and negative welcome.

A collection of letters and ineligible scribbles,
Line the interior of this forgotten novel.
Page to page, word to word
Revealing the story you have never heard.

Sequences of phrases lie on the empty pages,
Of paper created from hopes and dreams.
Day to night, night to day,
The plot has been displayed

Don’t judge this book by its cover,
Until you’ve read all of the pages.
For its true meaning, is written in the margins.

Its pages worn thin and tattered,
By the years of hardships endured.
Week to week, year to year,
The real story has now become clear.

It’s ink smudged and ineligible,
From people past and present.
Person to person, hand to hand,
People just cannot understand.

Don’t come to me when your story ends,
You made your choice to just be friends.
You failed to see the hidden message,
Written between the lines of my heart.
Don’t come to me when your story ends,
You made your choice to just be friends.
You failed to see the hidden message,
Written between the lines of my heart.

Don’t judge this book by its cover,
Until you’ve read all of the pages.
For its true meaning, is written in the margins.
Don’t judge this book by its cover,
Until you’ve read all of the pages.
For its true meaning, is written in the margins.

Saying sorry is not enough to salvage this,
I have written the final chapter of the book.