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Jun 2016
Ink
With no Tom Hanks to bring you home
A lover, not a fighter, on the front line with a poem
Trying to write yourself a rifle
Maybe sharpen up a stone
To fight the tanks and drones
Of you being alone*
Writing does help, I guess.
But what matters more
Is when she tells you
She's actually reading it.

But I think if she was,
I'd be embarrassed.
Who cares.

Everyone can read me like a book anyways.
My emotions are out there, and I don't hide how I feel for others.
And I'm good at waiting, masterful, even.
Maybe one day I can write myself into my own dream,
One we can share in together.
But until then,
My ink is my protection.
Lyrics from Battle Scars by Lupe Fiasco/Guy Sebastion.
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xmxrgxncy  21/F/the forest
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