What I do when she pulls me out

The thin smooth piece of paper

me

The sound of sratching

tapping as I hum a tune

 

 

*snap*

I couldn’t finish

my world has ended

she sharpens me later

The next day I continue

I put shapes upon shapes

I stop

The bell rang

 

 

 

 

 

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