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Dec 2013
The crisp pages
unfolded before
me.
Revealing a whole
new, exciting
world.

I dove in
with no
hesitation,
in search
for that
new adventure
that would
take me away
from the reality
of my
life.

As the pages
were coming
to an
end,

I wept.

Not because
the unfolding  
story was
dismal.

But because
my imaginary
life was
coming to a
startling
halt.
Kaitlan Blankenship
Written by
Kaitlan Blankenship
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   Wandering soul
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