Been a While
Been a while since I last touched this pen,
But you forced it out again.
Poetry, my dark thoughts compiled into one,
These pages weep inside me becoming a time bomb,
So the ink can spread inside of me.
Defined by one hateful remark,
I have to stay down,
Measuring my worth with how you describe me,
Just like how it used to be, again.
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