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The page of the book I read Was the moment I just breathed. Ohh I know not  how to react  upon this This is something need to be quickly siezed. The most startling  affair if I tell thee... Would you believe me my friend? That I began writing it with my dainty fingers And I was writing it till the very end! Days wore and so did the years Not a page has been repeated ever what my eyes read is exactly what my soul once lived The universe trapped me in my own  recto - versos , how clever! Off my misery! This is too late now! When I ran into an epiphany, my hands are ready to reword it, But my fate doesn't allow The time has come, sudden aches tortures the psyche and heart My body and my soul are slowly getting apart .. Saying this he lived  his lasts, As the last page of the book flipped , his pains had come to an immortal rest The epilogue portrayed his body and the beloved once cried the book of his life had  finished and the old man on his deathbed had finally died!!
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Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 11:10 PM UTC
The Book That Just Finished
The page of the book I read Was the moment I just breathed. Ohh I know not  how to react  upon this This is something need to be quickly siezed. The most startling  affair if I tell thee... Would you believe me my friend? That I began writing it with my dainty fingers And I was writing it till the very end! Days wore and so did the years Not a page has been repeated ever what my eyes read is exactly what my soul once lived The universe trapped me in my own  recto - versos , how clever! Off my misery! This is too late now! When I ran into an epiphany, my hands are ready to reword it, But my fate doesn't allow The time has come, sudden aches tortures the psyche and heart My body and my soul are slowly getting apart .. Saying this he lived  his lasts, As the last page of the book flipped , his pains had come to an immortal rest The epilogue portrayed his body and the beloved once cried the book of his life had  finished and the old man on his deathbed had finally died!!
Its said, when a person is on his deathbed, the brain telecasts a 7 minute replay of the whole life the person has lived! That's, the time of epiphany, regret, yearn and real pain. When you come across the ending of your book, I hope, it's a happy one!
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16/F/India
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 11:10 PM UTC
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