A blank canvas waiting to be filled,
its destiny set the second it’s born.
Roughly stacked over hundreds
into a humid, compact box.
Plagued by the touch of slimy mucus
and soaked by clear, salty cries of humans,
you are crumpled in seconds,
shredded merciless into shards of paper,
The unappreciated sacrifice to all.

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