It works to some point. But then, it ends up getting thrown away. It is put to the side.

.............

They're all kept within the same metal tin. At first it thought that it was special. It felt that it was one of them, the same. But as soon as the tip touched the white A4 sized sheet, it realised its difference.

That mark on the page cannot be erased like what is made by the rest. This mark has great impact. It's deep and dark. It dwelves and curls upon the paper. It seems tangled, filled with mixed thoughts. It leans further onto the thin sheet. Gradually, the marks become more than just ink on a page, but rather making indents. More and more, until it rips that page.

Is it broken?
Can we work it out?

Torn. The page has torn, but nothing like how this object feels. It feels as though it was only placed beside the others as an object to be used for nothing significant. It was just temporary. Eventually, it was used to some extent it no longer seems to be essential. It's been replaced.

Is it really that incompetant? Is it really worthless compared to the others? Does it contain no characteristic of good impression? Was it really just a decoy to lure what the rest wants?

You've never been so used as I'm using you, abusing you
My little decoy
Don't look so blue, you should've seen right through
I'm using you, my little decoy
My little decoy

The ink is leaking. It leaks down the sides like that of tears. The cap is broken. Its cover that was meant to be a way to conceal its minority failed to deceive the others.

That's all it was, wasn't it? Merely something to be used like a..

decoy

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