tissue boxA Poem by FloA tissue box lifeHave you ever wondered how tissue boxes suffer? They see the worst and saddest scenes and views in the world They stay still while others move, they get carried from one place to another Sadness to grief, grief to agony, agony to pain, pain to death Poor tissue boxes,they have a sad job to today Handling each ones tears, snot and coughs Handling the pain and anger they get from their holder You dont want to be a tissue box, believe me What's sadder is that a few people are like tissue boxes Trying to keep strong for others, staying together But in the end, just like tissue, they fall and get teared up Covered with tears of the rain, snot of the snow, the coughs of dying friends That's how some people live in this world, just like tissue boxes © 2009 FloAuthor's Note
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