Should you choose to take me from your shelf, you must be delicate for I am brittle
Run your fingers down my spine and feel the texture of my frayed and faded binding
Do not judge me by what my cover presents, for I am not quantified by the mask I wear
I am an experience you must learn over time
Gently open me and caress my pages as you turn them
I am not always an easy read- some of my content can be hard to swallow
Yet once you pick me up, you will lose yourself between my brittle pages
Devouring every chapter slowly, ravenously as you delve deeper into my narrative
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