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hey, how are you?
i-i'm doing good.
i miss you.
ugh, what am I doing?
nobody even checks their voicemail anywa-
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YOU ARE READING
I AM MADE OF PAPER: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryI am made of paper. You rip me into pieces And throw me away. No one wants to put me back together. I am made of p a p e r.
ii - beep.
beep.
hey, how are you?
i-i'm doing good.
i miss you.
ugh, what am I doing?
nobody even checks their voicemail anywa-
call ended.
