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Trash

You ever thrown away a piece of trash? For it to be smashed, or burned into an ash?

You ever think about the utter pain? If the trash should wake, it'll go insane.

You crumple up the little bits of paper, And live one life when two could have been savored.

What if those bits wanted to be built Into an unfashionable kilt?

What if the paper bits forgot to say That they loved their families yesterday?

A dream that could have possibly lived on Is now deadened heart feeling gone.

Currently you're ignorant of the strength Each piece possesses and to what length.

Maybe one day you'll begin to see Not to throw away trash so aimlessly.