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Paper is more patient then people.  The words that spill onto these lines are that of a fairytale; creating images of what kids do. The expectations we set the pedestal we create for the shallow existence that we are. Looking at the world through living eyes; one stops and   can finally realize that where we are and were we can be are worlds apart.  A day dreamer hoping for a better tomorrow,  A mother living a life of misery and sorrow.  No one sees the truth or cares for the solution.  So I write and release the thoughts that clear my confusion.   Spilling What everyone tries to avoid Like the People waking up with smiles they penciled on like toys..  Judge me, cause paper does not. Correct me, cause paper will except my flaws. Change me, cause paper just accepts the mental notes of who I really am. Thats why The patients of a page can out way any man.