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2d
“My pen hits paper and I
drop the things that had
fallen onto my shoulders.
I grab a piece and admire,
I lay it under microscope
in the hope
it will quiet my mind.
I push the pen harder,
etching words into paper.
I write about the weight.
It keeps me sane.

If only it lightened the load.”

A.V.
Written by
A Vryghter
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