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Those books youve read in your youth
Like holidays at home
Continue to remind you of who you were
And who you are
Some pages bent
The spines are creased and worn
All signs of being adored and those words
And how it meant more to you
Than who they were written for
Those blankets in your bed
So tattered and sad
Theyve seen enough sleepless nights
Both good and bad
To a short story
Use your words
Or a few love songs
Or aint it about time youve moved on?
Those books that youve read
That youll read again
After enough time passes
Youll remember some names
But not how they end
After enough time passes
And your heart will break all over again
After enough time passes
And so on and so forth