Pen and paper
I feel these bonds
Across my chest
Knowing that only I
Can settle my unrest
A feeling I know
Just a bit too well
I cant breathe
Alone in my own hell
With my pen
Again I draw breath
Loosen the bonds
Across my chest
The words that come
That only ink can heal
Take me away from all that is real
With pen and paper I can heal
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