Cannot Be Spoken
Pen to paper
That is all people see
Because why I write
Is unique to me
Emotions are running
But my mouth fails to speak
So my hand starts moving
To explain what I seek
I know they are not perfect
Neither am I
So you know what I write
Can never truly be a lie
Some slash their wrists
Others run about
For me when things become to much
I simply write it out
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