In the arms of paper, she feels alive…

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Out of the shackles,

Shackles of the thoughts of others,

She jumped into the arms of the paper….

Embracing her tight,

The paper consumed all her worries…

Every word her soul wrote on paper,

Ignited a flame of positivity in her…

The rhythm of the musings,

Made her tensions shake feet…

Dancing on the surface of the paper,

Every useless peace-sucking thought succumbed,

Succumbed to the power of the duo,

She and the paper…

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