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Literature Text
It's dangerous,
this pen in my hand.
It tells the world,
what I can't understand.
It tells my feelings,
shares my thoughts.
It tells all,
the things I forgot.
It makes me uneasy,
for you to know me.
To know how I feel,
when I don't know your real.
This pen in my hand,
eases my pain.
It causes me worry.
It makes me sane.
this pen in my hand.
It tells the world,
what I can't understand.
It tells my feelings,
shares my thoughts.
It tells all,
the things I forgot.
It makes me uneasy,
for you to know me.
To know how I feel,
when I don't know your real.
This pen in my hand,
eases my pain.
It causes me worry.
It makes me sane.
...
self explanitory?
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pict from google.com *images* --doctored up by me..
self explanitory?
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pict from google.com *images* --doctored up by me..
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Nice poem. Ever feel like your muse is kicking the back of your seat and won't stop until you write? 