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I am page 217.
I am not the
cover of your
book.
Your story.
I am not
the
acknowledgement
in the front.
I am barely
talked about.
Its almost
as if you
are hiding
me.
Out of sight.
Out of
explanation.
Not to others,
but to yourself.
I understand.
Its so unspoken.
As the
trees
release
their
branches
and let you go
you will see.
The truth.
There is
so much more
than paper
that holds us
together.
There is heart.