| I understand that Scissors can beat Paper,
and I get how Rock can beat Scissors,
but there's no frickin way Paper can beat Rock.
Paper is supposed to magically "wrap around" Rock, leaving it immobile?
Why the heck can't paper do this to scissors?
Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people?
Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly
suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class?
I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody.
A rock would tear that motha up in about 2 seconds.
When I play rock/paper/scissors, I always choose rock.
Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper
I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say,
"Oh crap, I'm sorry, I thought paper would protect you...
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A boy sits in his room. With unseen tears running down his face.
Not about to end any time soon. He sits on his bed, and reaches under his pillow.
He pulls out that hidden notebook with the pages filled.
Page by page he rips them out, the memories of her, good and bad.
The only person he ever loved was this girl.
He kept tearing at the pages, trying to let the feelings go,
trying to forget the girl who just s h a t t e r e d his heart into pieces.
Not too far away from that boy's home.
Sits a girl, all alone.
With music blaring and tears not heard.
Her head is down, actions speak louder than words.
Her hair falls down, all over her face, so messed up so misplaced.
Unheard tears streaming down her face, as if they will never end.
She understands that things will never be the same.
She takes out her notebook and a pen.
Starting to write of anythign that comes to mind.
She tries not to think about the boy...
because the only pain worse then having your heart broken...is breaking your own.
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