This is my journal for my poetry.
I hope you like it.
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Hard and protective. Holding, Holding. The cargo is precious. Never let go. Ever. I gather dust but If you wipe it off, And open me up To reveal my contents...
And inside you will see the real me. Fragile , Sometimes broken, Torn pages I am filled with knowledge. But you may not think it at first. You can't ever judge a book by its cover.