New pages

Imagine being a piece of paper,
A whole scrap book in fact,
A whole you.
Now imagine starting fresh.
Ripping off the pictures, 
Erasing the pencil marks,
Brushing off the glitter.
Wouldn't it be amazing?
Now,
We can't just start over everything,
That's not how life works.
There are still indents where we wrote too hard with the pencils,
And parts of the paper that have been ripped from when we tore off the pictures.
But it's still fresh,
And that's all we need.
You can add new pictures,
New captions,
Whole new stories.
And it's still you,
Right down to the smell of the paper.
That's what it feels like,
Starting a new school.
So refreshing,
So new,
So blank.
But still me.
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It's the cat

VT

18 years old

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    Pebble

    I want to build you a castle, even though I can barely use a screw driver.
    I want to write you a song, one that would make you think of me on a whole new level,
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  • Poetry

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    Promise, Someday

    Someday.
    Someday we will hug and kiss like its no big deal,
    Wrap our arms around each other and walk down the street.
    Someday I’ll have a special name, that only you call me,
    Something that makes me smile,

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  • Poetry

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    Always something

    It's always got to be something.
    That one thing that takes the wind out from under your wings making you tremble,
    and fall.
    And it's always the something you generally expect,
    But hoped wouldn't happen.

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