has it been lies this whole time?
it probably has.
and I don't know if I care or not.
a piece of paper,
for you to use.
to draw,
to let your imagination run wild.
to write out your thoughts,
to let you express how you
truly do feel.
but when it's been used up,
filled completely.
its thrown away and left
to be forgotten like it was never
touched in the first place.
then left to be recycled and treated again
the exact same way
you treat me like a piece of paper.
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