The tear dipped on the last page.
My heart filled with a rage
A bittersweet feeling in finishing a book
Having spent days with your nose in the nook
Why does my heart hang heavy in my chest
The ending made to fulfill my mind gave me no rest
How can a book carry such devotion
When the pages and the people I meet have no real emotion.
Just words expressed in my head to me make me feel something, not real.
I want the pages to continue
But they don’t
I guess I might as well write my own...
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