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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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I've gone, I've gone, I've gone at last.

Shattered like a pane of glass.

I can take the hits no longer;

There's nothing left to make me stronger.

What were they thinking when they said

Those words that cut and tore and bled?

No one stands by my side.

No one cares about all the tears I've cried.

I just can't take it anymore.

And so the angels I implore.

Take me from this dark, hurting place

And let the light now me embrace.

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