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That Would Be Me!

I was isolated as a child.  I lost myself in reading and dreaming.  Books became my release from reality.  It always saddened me when I began to like a book.  Why?  Because even at that young age I became so involved with the characters, I knew that in just a few days, I'd be left with a void.  Wanting so much more than the author had given.  So, if I was unable to give myself to another book so soon,  I would continue the adventure in my head for just a little longer.  With dedicated focus, I would dream my book and of course I was no longer just a bystander, but an active participant.  

 

2Shy 2Shy 31-35, F 2 Responses Apr 18, 2009

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Yes, such a wonderful refuge...

thank god you had books tho!