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The world is a library; each person its books. Monsters gather together- to choose one to read. Terrified and alone, you pray you don't get chosen. You've seen what happens to everyone else: They read it, they discuss it like it's nothing but fantasy. They don't understand the reality; so stuck-up is their mentality. They misinterpret the entire book! First they cut, then they stamp and they put it right into the fires. You pray to not get chosen You pray to not be judged.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 9:04 AM UTC
MONSTERS
The world is a library; each person its books. Monsters gather together- to choose one to read. Terrified and alone, you pray you don't get chosen. You've seen what happens to everyone else: They read it, they discuss it like it's nothing but fantasy. They don't understand the reality; so stuck-up is their mentality. They misinterpret the entire book! First they cut, then they stamp and they put it right into the fires. You pray to not get chosen You pray to not be judged.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 9:04 AM UTC
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