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#LiteraryFriday | I don't wanna read the last page
My hands were still clueless and cold as it clasped the remaining pages of this year. My fingers tensed as I peeked through the ashes of my life. Ashes.. because they typically burned but they made me who I am.
Page by page.
Tale by tale.
Legends, histories, dreams.
Some were totally crumpled. Some were barely hanging. But my heart kept on remembering how it was like to live years apart. My heart knew what I was like from year to year, to months, to weeks, to days.
I don't want to read the last page, because there will never be one. I know that I will always exist, as I have always been given the chance to keep going.