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stands the paper
It challenges me
to me it is the highest mountain
it is the river I must swim
I must fill it with a piece of my soul
otherwise
I am a monster to the paper
but I can’t get my hands to work
my mouth to form words
I am an injustice to this paper
as it stands
crumbled
dying
screaming
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