I'm writing this for the select few people who do actually want to read about me. After all, that's what this is for.
There are so many ways to describe myself, but I believe one way fits best. I am but a book that lays on a table, open to a random page for all the world to see.
Many pass by the table, only giving a second glance as to why there is a book open halfway through.
Some take a cursory examination of the book and soon leave; others try to read me but become bored before they finish reading. These people eventually put me back down on the table, yearning to be finished and understood.
Then, there are the few people who take me, read me, understand me, and embrace me. Th
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