I Am a Book
I am a book
I wonder why people put pieces of scrap paper in me
I hear children rustling through pages
I see children browsing through me
I want people to stop spilling things on me
I am soaked but mostly happy
I pretend I am the person reading me
I feel myself being put down
I touch the counter they are reading me on
I understand that I can not control anything
I say I can never control how many I will be replaced
I dream to be a doctor
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