Paper cuts

He did not even know he had sharp edges.
Yet, his words were like a paper cut,
and the smaller cuts hurt the most.
The slivers of cuts still sting like a wasp as I go about my daily life.
Yet, no one has died from a series of paper cuts.
I will live on.

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