you kept me on your shelf wondering what's wrong with myself maybe it's because i don't have more history i'm sorry i'm such a mystery my pages are filled with more questions than answers and you were more interested in adding me to your collection than solving a puzzle you tried to edit my pages but some mistakes are too far gone you leave me speculating why i need to be changed why can't i be my own author maybe then i could finally say, decisive and true, it is The End for me and you
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