Torn paper

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I tear through paper,

ripping to shreds,

all my pain and regret.


I discard of emotion,

like paper,

torn by the wind,


My walls were toppled,

those ancient moss covered

relics of my past.


I shall rebuild,

I shall write again,

continue on till the end.


Torn and toppled,

rebuilt anew,

life in verse.

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