Straight lines upon a field of white.
Words written in uniform rows, give an account of how much you know.
Doodled drawings fill the edges, replacing boredom with delight.
Pencil sketches, and smudging ink.
Each reveal just what you think.
Folds crease what once was smooth.
And delicate cranes help to soothe.
A worried mind, or anguished heart.
Sometimes it's hard to tell them apart.
So be it dreams or doubts, duties or defeats.
A blank page can manage much, if you'll only fill the sheet.
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