If the world were a library

If the world were a library. I would be the beautifully ornate looking novel. Placed carefully between psychology, science, and the arts. Furthest away from organized religion and a safe distance from family relationships. there was the first person to take a chance and read me, explore the inner workings of my human nature and essence of self. I would imagine my life divided into the chapters of my life. I figure, one could get to the third or fourth and close the book. So in this library of life, they would put me in a glass case. Effortless beauty and amazement they would say. Admiring the details and characteristics. Locked away, admire the beauty but never to know the hurt, pain, and sorrow that made the book of me so beautiful.



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