The Book of Me
Sixty-nine pages,
one for each year.
Some are smudged
vague, unreadable;
others deliberately concealed,
cloaked in secret.
Sixty-nine pages,
each leaf a fragment
of works and days
shrouded in mystery
between mundane chapters
beyond ordinary understanding.
Sixty-nine pages,
years of battles, scars,
memories, tribulations
cataloged in the library
of life, awaiting a fresh chapter
a new beginning, a seventieth page.
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