I wrote the following in a book i gave as a present to someone.
hello dear reader,
i am an anarchist book
i belong to myself
i do not belong to you - we are friends - therefore i do not belong forgotten on a dusty shelf
by nature and name i am a book - my purpose in life is to be read and when the readings done, to be allowed to live on in someone elses eyes.
if you consider me unworthy of being read again by someone new - then at least recycle my paper - so i may live on in a hundred new books
thank you for respecting life
yours sincerely, your book
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