Don't judge a book by it's cover

I may seem like an open book
With everything written on one page
There's more than what meets the eye
More than just my name and age
The words may be long forgotten
But the signs are still clear
I would be happy if you dare to read
Or listen with your ears
You may find some empty ones though
These are for friends to fill
For flowers to bloom
For silence to kill
And on the way when you're about to stop
You may find in me, a helping hand
A fire burning inside my heart
Where you find out you just can't...
Can't stop reading about me
The way I think and feel
My thoughts and more
You'll find in me a place for your wounds to heal

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