They say life is like a book;
I am not any ordinary book with pages
you will not find perfectly printed words in mine.
I am a book filled with pictures
squiggly lines, in different shapes and sizes,
and it is you who colors me in,
when you love me, it's beautiful and spontaneous,
the pages are colorful and alive,
when you hate me, you take your sharpness,
and scribble over me roughly,
Ripping right through the pages of my heart,
but it seems there's an endless supply
of paper in this book of mine;
for your love will continue providing.
until the very end of my time.
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