We are all books, being read everyday, for a minute, for a moment and even for a lifetime.
Everyone is a reader, some avid and some reads simply to encircle the many errors in it.
In this sense, at least we should be glad the world has something in common after all.
Aside from being born sinners, we were born books and bookworms.
And the real dilemma is not that we have the tendency to be judged by our covers but that it is not all the time that we understand what we are reading.
Are you reading me now?
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