Behind the Unread Pages



            
     

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I was once a locked book with a beautiful cover. Everybody admired my beauty. To the ecstasy. Until I let a man open the lock of the book. He opened it with a special look. I let him. I shared him the pages. He read it. He read it without passion. He shared the wrong information. I never knew he would let it open. The book was left open. It was broken.

Behind the Unread Pages

I was once a locked book with a beautiful cover.

I was once a locked book with a beautiful cover. Everybody admired my beauty. To the ecstasy.

I was once a locked book with a beautiful cover. Everybody admired my beauty. To the ecstasy. Until I let a man open the lock of the book.

I was once a locked book with a beautiful cover. Everybody admired my beauty. To the ecstasy. Until I let a man open the lock of the book. He opened it with a special look. I let him.

I shared him the pages.

I shared him the pages. He read it.

I shared him the pages. He read it. He read it without passion.

I shared him the pages. He read it. He read it without passion. He shared the wrong information.

I shared him the pages. He read it. He read it without passion. He shared the wrong information. I never knew he would let it open.

I shared him the pages. He read it. He read it without passion. He shared the wrong information. I never knew he would let it open. The book was left open. It was broken.

The cover was tormented.

The cover was tormented. Some pages were stained.

The cover was tormented. Some pages were stained. The key was gone.

The cover was tormented. Some pages were stained. The key was gone. He left me.

The cover was tormented. Some pages were stained. The key was gone. He left me. The man left the book shattered from behind.

Until

Until Seconds,minutes,days,months ,years,uncountable time passed by the book was ignored by some.

Until Seconds,minutes,days,months ,years,uncountable time passed by the book was ignored by some. They would always look at her cover.

Until Seconds,minutes,days,months ,years,uncountable time passed by the book was ignored by some. They would always look at her cover. Her stained pages.

Until Seconds,minutes,days,months ,years,uncountable time passed by the book was ignored by some. They would always look at her cover. Her stained pages. They never read her. She suffered.

Because someone broke her.

Because someone broke her. Until one day,another man saw her.

Because someone broke her. Until one day,another man saw her. He kept her.

Because someone broke her. Until one day,another man saw her. He kept her. She let him.

Because someone broke her. Until one day,another man saw her. He kept her. She let him. She thought that the man was the same with the first one.

But the man was different

But the man was different He read the pages instead of looking neither her tormented cover nor the stained pages.

But the man was different He read the pages instead of looking neither her tormented cover nor the stained pages. He was the new chapter of the story.

But the man was different He read the pages instead of looking neither her tormented cover nor the stained pages. He was the new chapter of the story. He read her with passion.

He was a perfection.

He was a perfection. He was far from hurting her.

He was a perfection. He was far from hurting her. The book healed.

He was a perfection. He was far from hurting her. The book healed. Until again,he forgot about her.

He was a perfection. He was far from hurting her. The book healed. Until again,he forgot about her. He left her,he didn't know where he left her.

He left her hanging by a tree?

He left her hanging by a tree? He left her in a bench maybe?

He left her hanging by a tree? He left her in a bench maybe? Or he left her by the sea?

He left her hanging by a tree? He left her in a bench maybe? Or he left her by the sea? But even though he knew he lost her,

He left her hanging by a tree? He left her in a bench maybe? Or he left her by the sea? But even though he knew he lost her, He just surpass and didn't come back to find her.

He left her hanging by a tree? He left her in a bench maybe? Or he left her by the sea? But even though he knew he lost her, He just surpass and didn't come back to find her . She was forgotten.

She was hurt again.

She was hurt again. The days grew dark.

She was hurt again. The days grew dark. She floated by the sea as the time passed by.

She was hurt again. The days grew dark. She floated by the sea as the time passed by. She was free until another willing man came.

She was hurt again. The days grew dark. She floated by the sea as the time passed by. She was free until another willing man came. Willing to rip all her pages.

She was hurt again. The days grew dark. She floated by the sea as the time passed by. She was free until another willing man came. Willing to rip all her pages. Willing to burn her to ashes.

Willing to erase her to the world through ages.

Willing to erase her to the world through ages. The man picked her up.

Willing to erase her to the world through ages. The man picked her up. Yet he was like the other.

Willing to erase her to the world through ages. The man picked her up. Yet he was like the other. He was stuck staring at her cover.

Willing to erase her to the world through ages. The man picked her up. Yet he was like the other. He was stuck staring at her cover. She was openly lying yet he choose on rereading her cover.

Intently looking by it.

Intently looking by it. Day and night he chose to look at it.

Intently looking by it. Day and night he chose to look at it. He always mind how ugly looking she was.

Intently looking by it. Day and night he chose to look at it. He always mind how ugly looking she was. He always stared at her pessimistically.

She was shattered by the thought she lost her beauty.

She was shattered by the thought she lost her beauty. Until she stood up and chose to never open her pages once again.

She was shattered by the thought she lost her beauty. Until she stood up and chose to never open her pages once again. She don't have to change her cover because it is her.

She don't have to please everybody on just looking at her cover .

She don't have to please everybody on just looking at her cover . She can please them by looking through her pages.

She don't have to please everybody on just looking at her cover . She can please them by looking through her pages. By scanning at her stories.

She don't have to please everybody on just looking at her cover . She can please them by looking through her pages. By scanning at her stories. By enjoying her words.

By getting lessons from her works.

By getting lessons from her works. Now she chose to find a treasure box and went deeper to the sea and locked herself inside.

By getting lessons from her works. Now she chose to find a treasure box and went deeper to the sea and locked herself inside. Because she is worth to be found.

She is tired of finding the wrong people.

She is tired of finding the wrong people. She must be found by the right ones because she is worth more than a treasure.

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