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What will you become, paper? Possibilities not finite Pure and full of opportunity This brings attention and that brings use The people who use you leave marks Those that can't be erased scar Not every tear can be repaired Mistakes of others leave you crumpled And once crumpled you're quickly cast aside These things done without second thought Become what and who you are Tell of doors closed and options lost Drift on the wind and float through the street For perfection eludes us all Purification is not possible Wandering, search for your rest
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
Paper
What will you become, paper? Possibilities not finite Pure and full of opportunity This brings attention and that brings use The people who use you leave marks Those that can't be erased scar Not every tear can be repaired Mistakes of others leave you crumpled And once crumpled you're quickly cast aside These things done without second thought Become what and who you are Tell of doors closed and options lost Drift on the wind and float through the street For perfection eludes us all Purification is not possible Wandering, search for your rest
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
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