Wide Ruled
I write so many words for people who will never read them
I bleed ink to paper
Climbing my way out of a glass box of brokenness
I leave pieces of me in the poems of a half written book
I don't know if I'm trying to understand the pain people feel
or if I'm secretly hoping someone can finally read between the lines of my silence
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