Book of my life

I never understood how God wrote the book of my life .
Everyday opens a new chapter.
Someday I want to leave the book unread.
But fairytales taught me the end is always beautiful.
So many pages of the book have been written through a golden pen and gold shines best in the dark
Stand up because it is the time to open a new page.

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