A poem.
A piece of paper
So smooth
But the edges are rough
and can cut you.
A paper cut hurts
but this aching heart
refuses to feel
refuses to acknowledge pain
So I’ll take these rough edges
and
this pain
Cause,
It’s all I have left.
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