You spring confusion, when you inject me, like a needle deep in skin.
So easy to fill me with your sins...
that I start to believe myself paper thin.
A weightless paper gone with the wind.
No longer a book, blown away, all the wonderful things.
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•So easy to become paper thin yet so hard to become a book, that makes you. Don't let yourself get lost.~Cinderelly
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