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A Paper Life

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3wyl

Published: Jan 12, 2009

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Literature Text

paper
like Life
crumpled; ripped; tossed;
gone Forever
wasted.

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I wrote this ages and ages ago. I remember thinking how vast things can be when making the comparison between paper and life.

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