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Enter TextPicking up a book,The frayed binding soft as leather.The crumpled layers of uncrisped papers,Layered like fur of a grizzly bear.The printed, intricate words,Creating caverns of dark ink pressed into the paper.A maze to navigate.Every maze leads to a forest, a beach, a home, a castle.Every one holds back a monster trapped behind the bars of literature.Turning a page opens shutters,,And lets a fresh breeze through,Whispering,Leading you through the maze,Guiding your turns.Picking up a book,Is holding the weight of a world in your hands.
OkaySuch a simple little word,That can be used a thousand ways.Sh short,Yet endlessly abreviated even shorter.Or sometimes longer.So simple."Okay."It can give a simple aknowledgement.It can express dissapointment,Frustration.Its form with "dokie" as a tail,Suggests playfullness.Such a complex,Simple,Little word.
Maybe...Maybe there it'll be ok.Maybe problems won't exist.Maybe there we can stay.Maybe there it will always rain,Weighing down the secrets,Washing away the stains.Maybe it'll be easy,But will it be right?Should I just hide from everything,Everyone, but you?Or should I put up a fight?