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Craving a story, I lay here

Peering into her soul like flipping through pages of a novel.

Each page leaves my mind in anticipation for the next chapter of her story

The contents containing secrets and stories written in the margins of her heart.

Even miles apart, her soul's story unfolds before me,

An ethereal connection, like whispers on the wind,

Her essence transcends the distance,

And I read the chapters of her heart through the invisible threads that bind her heart so securely.

Each word written with innocent intent

Leads me on the journey of reading further on,

Unveiling layers of your soul, pure and unguarded,

A literature that quickly became confusing.

But then the story took a twist

Right as the plot line grew stagnant.

I could see the conclusion drawing near.

Turning to the end I was speechless

Turns out the moral of the story was to never dive into a story without knowing what you’re truly reading.

As I close the book and toss it to the shelf,

Now able to process the story,

You were never the protagonist, only the antagonist hidden behind the author that was fabricated by your deceitful mind.