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Lonely Confetti...=)

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Here I go now,
A hand is reaching inside my bag,
Collecting my shredded rainbow,
With one swift gesture I’m thrown up, into the beyond,
And at that same exact moment,
I gracefully fall among strangers,

I’m cold now, on the ground,
I see them go,
Why do they forget me so?
Am I really only important once, and then discarded?
Don’t they realise,
I have feelings too?