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The "Open Book"

I am such an open book I am the same around humans in church, in school, even in the hospital I never change how I express myself Because I am an open book, people take this an opportunity to ignore and obstruct themselves from the the deep and mysterious me. They never want to go near the boundaries that separates and defines the real me. Immediately they see the open book, they are satisfied And then they mistake me as someone with a good life little do you know about what I face in the dark The place where trouble of peace lies. It is so peaceful that I am so troubled I break into tears because I know something is wrong Is this a dream or something worse I know something worse than a dream.....                        Reality I have to go back there and be the open book that is easy to read The smart girl who always whines and argue I don't want to go back to that I just want to stay like this, as that girl who always think and meditates about deep things. But I have to return to my daily duty the role I am good at being a rook. being an open book.
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Written by
MARAJ
F / USA
Published
Jun 15, 2018
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25·209
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An open book whose life is screwed

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#open#screwed#depressed#lonely#messedup
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