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Stuffed in a large bag is a book. I carry this book, and sometimes the bookmark is more intriguing the book. A bent picture of two young people on a date marks the pages which have and have not been read yet.
I carry the restless nights under my eyes. Tugging at my shields engraved with demise. And the pressure of the heavy hurt I heave Is lightened when the hot tears of hope leave