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Pen and Paper


I write because I was hurt

I was hurt because I was lost

I lost my purity, my dignity, and my sanity

All to fit in

I write because I will not be judged

Judged because I will not conform to

Ass shaking and selling my soul for some attention

Pen and Paper

Beauty and Brains

These four things are 

Societies worst fears

I write because I do not want to be bored

Who wants to be bored? 

Pen and Paper are always there to listen

It is a shame that I had to find that out when my soul went missing

But now it is back

Back for avengence 

I am stronger than ever

Because when I write I am unstoppable. 

 

 

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