Words
Words
i don't care,
if this is ever seen
i dont care
if my words connect
if there is an effect
i don't care if it is praised high
or looked down
all i care
is to move the pen in my grip
before i slip
not just a temporary trip
a fall so deep
forthcoming sleep
paper why cant you be sharper
pen stab harder
but the words of the soul
keep going
i care,
words.
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