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Have you ever found a book So amazing, so intense, so beautiful, That you forgot. You forgot the world, All pretense of Reality, Even yourself?
My father told me he was proud of me once,
Unforgettably forgettable You never paid attention to her, not even if it was critical The society would see her, but she would still feel invisible You'd hear her name, and intimation owls go, "who?"