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Dec 2019
The intent is always there
But putting the pen to paper is like hands.
Hands closing in around your throat.
Suffocating.
You push. And fight
Thinking “I’m just trying to write”
You put the pen down.
The hands that were never there disappear
But you’re still suffocating.
Written by
Antesha Marie  Vernal
(Vernal)   
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