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I stare at a regular piece of paper and it occurs to me it can represent me.
Paper starts of as a tiny seed like a child in the womb, it is fragile and unaware
of what awaits it. Then what, a sappling that will undergo changes and be entered
into a world of fear and hate. Soon itll become a tree that will eventually be cut down, brusised and beat, and never again the same. It matures and continues life but it will always remember it used to strong and innocent.
maybe you guys can tell me how it sounds, i wrote this for a class and received a fairly good grade on it.
