“I’m no longer a book now. Without the pages, the torn apart cover I lost my meaning and no one I will touch me or want to read what I’m holding.
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What a sad pathetic end. If only the kid understood my worth, if only the parents stopped him from mutilating me, if only I could be a book again”
The tears shed from that once reputed holder of wisdom was not seen by anyone.In its lost glory, crumpled into pieces of paper the book took its last breath.