Paper
I'm just a piece of paper
I can't hurt anyone, except for a little sting
But people can hurt me
People can crumple me
I can't be flattened out again
People can tear me
I won't be the same again
I show these scars everyday
Except I'm not a piece of paper
I'm a human being
I am still crumpled
I am still torn
And I still can't be fixed
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