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Category : Poems

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Get it out on paper,

Before it tears me up inside.

Don't hold on for later,

My soul will surely die.

Every name

Every verb

Every hurtful, hateful word.

Ink it out in fury

And then watch it slowly burn.

The ashes of that paper

Blow away with the wind

And I am standing calmly

It's no longer held within.



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  • Allen  A

    Allen A

    wow, that was inspiring

    Mar 28, 2020

  • Nice

    Mar 31, 2020

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