Year after year I am taken out of the bag and I portray your thoughts. My best friend is flat and I scratch him up. I have no control of what I say, that is up to you. I am what can make or break history and I define lines on a map. Every one owns one like me and I am not considered special. Still I am used and used till I run out of words, and lines, and places to say things because my friend can't hold all that you have to say and I am thrown away. Pen.
Thanks for reading
-Michael-
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