Monday, September 13, 2010

Tissues live a hard life

I am soft and fragile.
All of us hide in a box,
until someone finds us.
We can only be used once.
My friends and family keep disappearing,
and never come back.
Wait! something is grabbing me.
Who are you? What are you doing?
You are lifting me up! Let me go!
The beast is taking me to two strange
miniature caves. Please, help me!
EWWW! Disgusting.
I have been covered in a strange sticky substance.
Augh! It dropped me. Who knew this was the way I die.
Huh. Is this heaven? I see all my missing relatives.

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