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Pen as Sword

i drew out my glittery pens and turned them into swords ready for the war against their words and my thoughts i pen down my feelings in stories and prose my ink like cannonballs aimed at their high forts not every pen can be turned into sword not every sword can save you in the war sometimes wish to be free from living is high whether its eclipsed or blood moon night.

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Date: 2/9/2025 3:04:00 AM
so true,and very well penned.Thank you for sharing.
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