My same thoughts…


I like to read. I like to let myself melt into the pages. The words become my own. The emotions of the characters grasp me- they take hold of me, invade me, and pour out of me. With every word, every phrase, I’m drawn in. And then, the story is mine. The breaths my breaths. The fears, my fears. The loves, my loves. And the pain all too familiar. I love to read because I myself am lost and so many others, so many other parts of me, are found.

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