The new book smell,
Casts a spell,
One of curiosity,
And a level of ferocity,
It's deeply inspiring,
Awaiting brain re-wiring,
Opening a new book,
Awaiting a hook,
Often from the first look,
Infusing a knowledgeable outlook.
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Merritt Xavier
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Nemesis
I have long suffered because of you. If you ever loved me, you wouldn't have expected me to. I repeatedly devoured my sanity to appease you. If you ever loved me, you wouldn't have asked me to. I destroyed my lungs trying to advocate for myself. I lost my voice trying to regain my power. I refuse to serve any meaningless purpose that no longer cripples me. I no longer serve you. I will no longer be undone by you. I decapitated endlessly to appease you. Parts of me went repeatedly missing. There was always something lacking and you couldn't fill that lost void. You're the afterthought that refuses to stay silent. You're a flat surface while I am a glorious mountain. You can no longer defile me but you're still the nemesis from which I flee. My dreams are alive. My ambition has come to life. This was once only imagined. Merely a scenario, a theory not yet in motion. A spineless hypothetical that had soaked up all of my motivation. The possibilities weren't enough to sustain me. I had to explore it all on my own. You are not the default setting anymore. I used to minimize the amount of space I occupied. I will not be consumed by damage I did not create. I will drown the memory of you in the marshes where you baptized me. I will asphyxiate your cursed shadow in the waters I gave birth in. I've let the waves wash away the sins you convinced myself I had committed. I've created new memories in the novice stream. I will not define myself by my victimization by you. I have redefined myself in spite of you. There is nothing left to mourn. There is nothing left to bury. I've gone supernova. I've gone nuclear. Nemesis, I sought vengeance but that was always beneath me. I desired divine retribution but I rather disappoint you instead. I rather defy every negative notion you ever thought about me. The scales have been tipped but I am here to rectify the balance. You might never get what you deserve but that is your misfortune. I am here to avenge myself for all that you took away. I have long suffered but that time has come and gone. You were never the person I begged you to be. This is now ancient history. I am the seeker of glorious futures. I am the corrector of unstable sutures. I will align with steady symmetry. I will traverse the rest of the universe where you'll never be able to find me
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Are books not wonderful. We will always need a library.