novembro 14, 2024

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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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