My pages are tattered, torn,

Well worn.

Each chapter brings new beginnings,

And change.

I have eagerly leafed through,

Moments, days, years,

Watching my story grow.

This new page is crisp, white.

A chapter filled with promise,

For growth.

And pain.

I tease the paper,

Curling its edge,

I am unprepared for this plot twist.

In the end,

I have no choice.

 I turn the page,

And read.


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