Stings.

Stop throwing paper

It stings the skin

Welting my brain

Unable to fathom why I

Of all people

Deserve this

That feeling of

Burning on empty 

Lost with no way home

No one stopping to help

Until I pick up the paper 

Throwing it back 

Twice as hard

Secretly I hope it stings

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