How could I have hid for so long?
I love the smell of books and
The brightly colored bindings
It is a mystical place
I loved going to as a child
I pretended that I wasn't
that girl who wanted to spend
hours hidden among books
I never said I liked to read
Avoided getting labeled
weird english major
Although I loved to imagine
All of the possible scenarios
Of times past
and of times to come
Dreaming and Reading
Of others troubles
helped me to forget my own.
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