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But pens hurt less than knives And markers hurt less than pens But our brokenness told us to hurt And ache And bleed So we put down our pens Capped our markers Forgot how to draw worlds And stories And magic In color Instead painted with our blood Telling ourselves Maybe surviving was the real test And maybe it is okay to fail
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
Crawling Into Small Spaces To Breathe
But pens hurt less than knives And markers hurt less than pens But our brokenness told us to hurt And ache And bleed So we put down our pens Capped our markers Forgot how to draw worlds And stories And magic In color Instead painted with our blood Telling ourselves Maybe surviving was the real test And maybe it is okay to fail
arham
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
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