I sat here near the paper
shredder. Its now my time
how I dreaded this day.
So this is what my life
has came to huh. The
time she took to carve
her sharp edge of her
pencil to make some
kind of markings into
me. Type whatever
on me to this other
device. HAve I been
traded in.
No I don't think so
I'm nothing but a tool
to her.
And now this is
the last and
final step me
I am here by this
sharp thing.
Its tall grey and
looks like there's
this basket type
thing. I watched
her as she picked
up a piece of paper
and put it into
the machine.
I heard this sound
of sharp knives and
a loud cutting sound
filled the air. I shuddered
in horror why is she torturing
me.
Than she picked me up
where I thought she was
going murder me. But instead
she puts me into this weird
plastic slip thing. She looked
at me as if I'm her trohpy
or something. Well this
does beats being killed
I rather be shown off.
1 comments:
Hee hee!
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