I feel like the more I write
The less I hurt
It's like the blue ink of the pen took it all from me
It took all the pain
It smeared all my fears and all my anger
In neat little letters
Straight little lines
Yellow little pages filled with all that cannot live in my heart
Not anymore
In theses beautiful little pages
In the silence of this pen and this ink
All my demons can scream free
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