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I feel old, like a crumpled paper

thrown into the waste basket like all the other crumpled papers

I feel tired, weary from the struggle

I still feel the sting

the pain that you’ve caused


You stepped on me as if I were nothing but trash

I bleed, I’m scarred

everything is black

suddenly I feel nothing


You’ve diminished by confidence

my self-esteem, my pride

Now, feel as if I’ve died