You, you’re just a piece of paper in my pocket. That’s all right? No, you’re much more than that. I love you.
I love you because you put clothes on my back. I love you because you give me a shelter from the elements. I love you because you put food on my family’s table. Despite all you do for me, I still hate you.
I hate you because of the bloodshed you’ve caused. I hate you because of the souls you’ve corrupted. I hate you because people will do anything for you. I hate you because I can’t live without you.
So, you aren’t just a piece of paper in my pocket. You’re a life-saving blessing yet an unstoppable destructive curse. Whoever would’ve imagined paper cuts so deep?