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Writing on paper is like cutting skin, the pen and its ink are the blade and blood, the paper...that's you, your skin. The paper is soft and delicate, just like skin The pen is sharp and aggressive, just like the blade The ink, well that's the blood that pours out with each cut But can you fix it? Can you fix the paper? Can you fix your skin? The answer is no, you really can't The paper can't really be fixed or healed Just like your skin Once you make that cut there's not much that can be done It'll just become a scar, a permanent memory But back to the pen and ink, if you use the pen too much it'll run out of ink, if you cut yourself then...Oh...you know what happens
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Mar 16, 2024
Mar 16, 2024 at 9:51 PM UTC
Paper
Writing on paper is like cutting skin, the pen and its ink are the blade and blood, the paper...that's you, your skin. The paper is soft and delicate, just like skin The pen is sharp and aggressive, just like the blade The ink, well that's the blood that pours out with each cut But can you fix it? Can you fix the paper? Can you fix your skin? The answer is no, you really can't The paper can't really be fixed or healed Just like your skin Once you make that cut there's not much that can be done It'll just become a scar, a permanent memory But back to the pen and ink, if you use the pen too much it'll run out of ink, if you cut yourself then...Oh...you know what happens
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Mar 16, 2024
Mar 16, 2024 at 9:51 PM UTC
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