I was once an open book; my emotions and deepest thoughts were the cover.
One day someone ripped out my pages and tossed me into a dark corner.
I was once a complicated book; my emotions and deepest thoughts were between the lines.
One day too many people read me wrong and I hid myself on a forgotten shelf.
I was once someone's favorite book.
One day I rewrote my empty pages and found a less dusty shelf.
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