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Jan 2018
A book.
Simple enough,
As a concept.
But it’s
so
much
more.
It’s a world of imagination.
That pulls you in.
That traps you
so you can’t
leave.
A drug
you're now
addicted to.
Sustenance you
really need.
A place to
curl up
and feel safe.
It means
Staying up late.
Ignoring
absolutely
everything
else.
It means throwing
your best interests
to the wind.
Because who needs sleep
when you have a world to discover,
A place to call home?
I'm in class and bored whoops
Written by
Cece  17/F/in my feelings
(17/F/in my feelings)   
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   jissel
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