What we cannot see in ourselves,
Is reflected as we look at a mirror...
When we fail to see a reality,
Beneath the tales that run thru our lives,
There is always someone,
Someone who suddenly came to the picture,
And tell you what you see is just a passed by chapters.
Like in a story book...
When you fail to read between the lines,
You’ll never understand why certain character,
Plays their role that way,
Why some continuously get hurt and suffer,
When another always win every fights.
Books are a reflection of real life.
The things you read about,
Is the same as what we see with our naked eyes.
We all grief over certain things,
We all smile over the happy memories.
But the best part about every chapters,
Is how at every fall,
You learn to get back on your feet again.
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