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A Cover Claimed Secrets

I can see the tear marks,
on the paper,
through the lamination that covers them.
I can tell your handwriting
from her�s.

You tried very hard to hide all these facts,
to make it seem like it was all her,
that it was all anger.

But it wasn�t just her�s.
It was your book too,
And it was bound by sadness,
not anger.

But now neither of you possess this book,
I took it.
It had a happy cover,
And looked like a fun little photo book of the two of you.
But I was wrong.
I saw what was inside,
I saw everything.
It�s horrifying,
And I don�t even know why I still keep the stupid thing.

Then I start thinking,
that maybe the reason I still have it is for the same reason that I still have the letters for,
because I can see myself in them.
It shows me that we aren�t so different after all,
how dangerous it really was,
Seeing it helps me to stop.
And I hope it helped you too,
because clearly you needed it.