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These Pages, The Pen
I confess my sins to the pages of my notebook.The pen guiding my thoughtsLike a second verse or musical hook.Life is a balance of holding on and letting go.Taking risks and trying new things.Pages upon pages.The fluidity of the wet ink rages.Nights spent burning stray thoughts.Like paper mache’ stretched tight across my skin,The ballpoint pen…
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These Pages, The Pen
I confess my sins to the pages of my notebook.The pen guiding my thoughtsLike a second verse or musical hook.Life is a balance of holding on and letting go.Taking risks and trying new things.Pages upon pages.The fluidity of the wet ink rages.Nights spent burning stray thoughts.Like paper mache’ stretched tight across my skin,The ballpoint pen…