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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Why, friends?

Why are you fighting?

Something went wrong but it's over nothing

Why yell?

Why raise your voices?

You're here but I feel so alone.

 

Is it?

Is it any wonder?

Why do I hide and dissolve into tears?

You think-

You think I am selfish

But happiness can't be found there.

 

Sometimes,

Sometimes I feel so lost

No one even remembers my name

Longing

I wish I were nothing

To turn into ink and pages.

 

That key

That key is lost to me

No person can become letters in a book

I'll wait

I'll wait for you again

Return so that I can be free.

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I liked the measure of this piece. It radiated hurt - I know that kind of hurt that only friends can inflict (knowingly or unknowingly). I didn't want to just read it and not leave a comment (I hate it when people do that to my stuff), but I don't have much else for you feedback-wise other than to say it was well written and I liked it. :)

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