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The book I fear to open

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  Carrying a book full of tragic stories. People pretend to read but they are mysterious theories. No one tries to read the whole chapter but is only interested in judging with glory. Carrying a book full of tragic stories. Its cover is painted with colors of ecstasy, But the irony is its misery. Carrying a book full of tragic stories. Deciphering the open book seems so easy, But the pages missing in that is no one’s worry, Because people like reading happy short stories.   Carrying a book full of tragic stories. Some shattered dreams might look shabby. Some chapters will make you screwy, But understand that the situation was so frenzied. Carrying a book full of tragic stories. Nothing is hidden deliberately. Just waiting for a good reader to read it willingly, And understand its unsaid dreadful summary.   Carrying a book full of tragic stories. One day I’ll write a chapter so peppy, Just waiting for someone to be the bookshelf, full of empathy.