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.
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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