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I am a book with no cover, no title, and no words. My pages are blank. I still have a message. But its hidden. The blank pages stare back at you. Me, and anyone who decides to flip through my pages. I am a book who is still reminiscing the days when it was once a tree. The days the sun shined bright and my roots dug deep. The memories never transpired over to my blank pages. I am the book you find in the top shelf restricted portion of the library that nobody really gives much thought to being there. My pages have been checked out a few times. But due to wear and tare. Ive lost a few. Some have been ripped out. Folded. And trashed. Many people tried writing their own meanings and stories in my pages. With crayons pens and lipstick. But in the end, i am still that book with no writing or color. A plain notebook waiting to find a purpose. I am dual and bland. A book wishing for the day my pages get recycled and put to good use. I dream of being folded into a thousand paper planes and set free from this library. That is my prison and also my head..