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Open Book
What if you could start over a new town a new place where you had no name, you were only a face in a crowd of people who all looked just like you What if people had to judge you on who you really were not how cool or pretty you appear but the person that was hidden within What if they had no choice because every book had the same cover all looked just like the other what if you actually had to read to know the story What if nobody really cared how you dressed or did your hair What if everybody just decided to stop Decided to stop caring about how you look or what you're wearing and all that mattered was what's buried within Within your torn cover that looked like all the others What if a treasure was hidden in there But in our world books with torn covers never get read because only our face matters and not what's within our heads In our world beautiful stories are never told beautiful wings never unfold because if your covers not perfect you're worthless Because everybody tries so hard to belong even if we don't agree we choose to go along with the others Because different means weird and weird means wrong In a world where we all choose to be the same So what if you could start over a new town and new place where you had no name you were only a face in a crowd of people who all look just like you
