boy reader

You are a reader, every day you went to college with your head buried in a different book. Sometimes, without realizing it, you found yourself crying on the platform waiting for the train, or laughing in a daze as you turned the page. You are a reader, and you are in love with words. But you wanted a love of your own, one to write, you are a reader and I don't realize that if you put the book down, on the other side there is a boy who watches you every day with tenderness and was holding the book you had read the day before

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