Strolling down the streets, was a paper girl. She lives in a paper town. Full of paper people. Paper parents waiting for her in her paper house. All with paper hearts that can easily crack.
The paper teenagers viciously mock her daily. They don't seem to understand the paper girl's wish.
She doesn't want to be a paper girl. No paper activities, no paper future, no paper life.
The paper girl wants a real life. Real things, not fake things. Fake as a paper.
Her paper mind wants real strings. She hates her paper strings. If she wants real strings, she needs to cut her paper strings. If that happens, she might never get a string. Her paper desires might tear her paper life apart.
In fact, it is starting to tear apart.
There isn't really so much other paper people can do for the paper girl.
Their paper minds think her paper mind has lost sanity. And strings, of course.
Without a string, you can't get another string.
In other words:
Without a paper string, you can't get a real string.
The paper girl needs to demonstrate she doesn't want to be a paper girl anymore.
That's why instead of going to her paper home, she leads her way to a paper building. Her paper chance to show the other paper people she isn't a paper girl is getting closer. Nearer.
She sneaks into the place and avoids the paper security guard. Entering the paper elevator, she thinks:
"I'm finally gonna make it. No returning to my paper life. I'm going to get a real life. Everyone else wants other things. Love. Friends. Families. Dreams. Hopes. Perfection. But they don't know those things aren't real."
She makes her way to the paper rooftop. The paper strings are disappearing, one by one. Until there is only one left.
She stands up in the paper railing, keeping her balance. No more paper things.
She contemplates her paper city for a last time before jumping from the paper railing.
The sensation of flying gets into her paper head. The paper girl feels the air blowing her paper hair and paper clothes. The last paper string is gone. She has lost her chance to get a real string. But at least she has the chance to loose her paper life.
A fake life. Surrounded by fake people. With fake thoughts and feelings.
The paper ground is getting more closer to her paper face.
At the end, her body crushes with the ground, ending a paper life.
Except by the fact she was no longer a paper person. If the afterlife was a real life, then she was ready for it.
After all, she was a paper girl.
