Addict with a pen
I never considered myself a poet,
It feels as if the pen inks the words i cannot say to your face.
So to me the pen is my companion.
It is there when i need it the most and when i go run and hide because i can't accept the fact that i break before i release the words to your face.
You and the pen are not so different it seems but it feels so right to call it an addiction.
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