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I am the book in the back of a library
Lost and hidden away collecting dust.
Spine broken; pages torn and faded
My cover ripped away long ago.

A story once filled with brilliant vibrancy
Now damaged beyond repair.
I am nothing but an unknown story
Forgotten and left without a title.

-ARI
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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March 7, 2015 at 2:21 PM
Everyone has a title..At times We have to search deeper to find who we are and what we are worth..Search deeper ..you ll be amazed with the discovery..Especially when the author of that book with the title still infound is God.
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