Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
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This one first grabs you, then gut punches you. Great poem!
Thanks so much!
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