Little squares of paper,
Colorful and benign,
Carry words that make me
Want to just stop trying.
Never a good message
Inscribed for me to read:
Don't, Stop, No, Please Give Me,
I see them in my sleep.
Towers of small papers
Drown and cut and bury;
Bossing me around now,
Twirling in their fury.
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