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Paper, Rock, Scissors

I am paper

dripping wet with water

dead and decaying

then when someone says they need me

I am a rock

standing strong with power

protecting and holding them up

then when someone gets hurt

I am scissors

razor sharp with vengeance

deadly and angry

then I am left alone

and I see myself

as a lost little boy

with nothing and no one



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