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Like a paper bag,
it drifts away into the open sky.
Once had a purpose,
but further no more.
Its alone, floating with no home.
When there's a job,
it will be here waiting.
But that does not mean it full of life.
Slowly deterring at its core.
It is soon left dying, on your doorstep somewhere,
Yet, no one cares.
No one sees the pain of an object,
that is not human.
Yet, we still seem to carry on,
like nothing is going on.
We leave it, as we found it, because everyone knows,
Its not real enough.
Visible yet invisible to the naked eye.
Yet, this paper bag cries,
no one sees,
what poor Mr. Paper bag wants to be.
Leaving him to rot, to die.
For we have something in common.
The paper bag and I.