Yes, I’m a handy possession
That you always carry.
I let you express what you cannot speak.
I go through many task.
I shed and sacrifice
To create and write your heart’s out.
You let me sign on life’s changing decision.
When you’re bored use me
Scribble on that blank sheet.
You may go easy on me
But once I left my impression.
I cannot be erase easily
Use me wisely,
Till I run out and bleed last.
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