On paper

In the pouring rain you felt alive.
Living on the edge,
You never wanted to die.
In the raging storm you felt alright,
Running through the wind,
You never wanted to die.

I always like to believe
That is why you chose me
A writer,
So you could forever be
The best you ever were
On paper.

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