A Paper
One of man’s oldest tools
A Paper.
Barely recognized, even ignored
A Paper.
Thrown away, stored away, never to be seen again
A Paper.
Cuts you with a slight burn, but easy to heal
A Paper.
Something that looks so pure, but can be unpurified with a single swipe or rip
A Paper.
A place where I can show my art
A Paper.
Can draw stars on and admire without looking at the night sky
A Paper.
Draw anything on it when creative flow is in process
A Paper.
A form of my love and passion, drawn to my form of perfection
A Paper.
Holds a form of perfection that could be dirt to someone else
A Paper.
An objected valuable to a girl with horrible drawing skills, but has the passion
A Paper
Not only a place for art but for feeling as well
A Paper.
Where everything is written that can not be spoken
A Paper.
Where some of my darkest secrets lie
A Paper.
What can barely hold my tears lead
A Paper.
That can rip as the special scratches the surface
A Paper.
That holds my anger by being a crumpled ball
A Paper.
That is treated gently with joy
A Paper.
An object that is valuable to one girl with horrible writing skills, but hold the feelings inside
A Paper.
An object that if disappears, bring devastation to one girl.
A Paper.
An object that means the whole wide world to one girl
A Paper.
An object that one girl can not live without
A Paper.
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