Book Life...

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Here on the shelf...I stand surrouned by family and friends. Noise is rare in the libary as the gate keeper to noise don't open thy gate. When the sun rose apon my paper back small mumbles could be hear in the library‚ the noise grew louder. A feshly,pink,pepnotbismal colour finger ran across my spine,soon his fingers grasp my sides.He pulled me back off the shelf, with a firm hand. He looked at me...at the back and the front and dropped me on the floor. I fell with a loud bang... I am crying now all I can see is the floor and feel the sun slowly fade away from the spine...I waited for someone to help me but no-one came to me...The next day I hear the gate keeper coming to my aid without a peep from her mouth...she grabs me and puts me back on the shelf with my family and friends...that was my life from then on.....

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