Stood out
On a paper
Blank.
Ouch!
It hurts so much
And I lost trust
On the things suddenly frost
A drop of blood
Drags through the mud
While, tearing down
My smile to a frown
Ouch!
Aching, only when I touch
You know as such;
Paper cuts hurt so much
Whenever I touch
I shout:
Ouch!
Ouch!
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