Recycled

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How would you feel

if I used you once

then threw you away?

How would you feel

if I found you so insignificant,

so utterly useless,

that the thought of saving you

even for just one other person

never once crossed my mind.

And how would you feel

to watch those like you

get treated the same way?

Then how would you feel

if just one person

took the time to see your value?

If they pulled you

out of the trash

and gave you the chance

to be used again?

Would it feel good

to watch them tell others?

To watch them stand up for you

and for those like you?

How would you feel

if instead of being thrown

into the trash

you were

recycled?

 

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