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A pain
Only so many would feel.
A world
Shut away to those
Who wished it to open.
To them,
The life in those pages
Seemed so perfect,
So colorful,
So romantic,
So fantastic,
So real,
That when the end came
They would mourn.
They mourned the deaths
Of a person who didn’t know them,
But they would still cry
For they knew the person
They knew all you could
Except for how the character
Would live on.
For this was the final page
And they had died
As was the fate chosen.
So, the people turned
To their minds
Their heart heavy.
A pain
So real
Yet so distant
A pain towards a world
They could never experience
Hence why they mourn.