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Bleeding Pen

Today this pen shan't write but bleed For my heart and soul have open scars This pressure from within, to succeed Has me thinking if I'm behind the bars Caged till I win, caged till I conquer There seems to be no other way Every night seems a few minutes longer As I reflect and plan for another day How wonderful it would be To live a life without regrets When my mind and heart both agree and stop singing melancholic duets This isn't me, just can't be me I never saw this version of myself before My thoughts feel heavy, they want to be free I find it hard to shut this door This pen's ink will soon run out But this poetess' wounds shall keep dripping My notepad says it can hear me shout As the pages of my life keep flipping....

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