An Open Book

Some stories were beautifully painted

Some stories were painfully complicated

Some stories were memorable and long

Some stories were miserable all along

Some stories were full of love and romance

Some stories couldn’t make it by any chance

Some stories were full of life and struggles

Some stories were full of thoughts to surmount troubles

Could it be all possible if I wasn’t an open book?

Cause I am happy for having nothing to overlook.

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