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May 2022
I used to think
that writing
released my pain
and my shame

but all it does
it make it real

glaring back it me
inky black
on crisp white sheets of paper
that my pen
should never have

I don’t even know
what release looks like

but I know I don’t want it
to look back
at me

like a reflection of words
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
   Nathan A Brock
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