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The sound of a gun firing
a knife stabbing without relent
tears through the pages
and reaches to me
shooting me
stabbing me
hurting me
cries of pain shared with simple characters
a bond
as though you knew them for a lifetime
rash decisions
just words on a page
or so they tell you
the characters might not exist
but the feelings do.

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