Some people live their lives like and open book for all to read and discuss. Fortunately I am one of the few who are not open books. I am one of the books you find in the back of an antique bookstore. I am the book the owner of the store has not even read. When I am opened and customers browse inside at my pages they see nothing. I am blank to the mere human eye which only sees on the surface level of everything, but when you see with the deeper eyes of essence words suddenly appear on the page than was once empty. You begin to read and an unsuspected story is told. This tale brings try joy, sorrow, anger, bliss and many other emotions people have been too fearful to tap into.
I am a book. Do you know how to read me?
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