A Blank Sheet

Years ago,

I was a blank sheet of paper

Born with innocence

Wrapped in warmth

Grew without a mind of my own.

Years later,

I carry with me blank sheets of paper

To write my story

Keep me warm

And pour out the things on my mind

With imprints of love, trust and hope

Friendship, goals, failures, my life.

I was born a blank sheet

Got defiled, torn and bruised

Today, I keep extra sheets

To write my overflow of experiences with no end.

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