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It's from books we read other people's minds,  the imagination  of mankind  is encrypted in ink and becomes immortalized when it touches a paper,  as I strolled through the state of the art  library  I know man is cursed with knowledge,  how rather could it be,  how could we have known this much but help others much less,  if we had known all these then how does war come in to be found among us, is it that we don't read or we only gather these books to rub our ego? 

Knowledge  is truly a curse, it addeth  more sorrow to the bearer. 

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This is my entry into @mydivathings  #365daysofwriting challenge.