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Sep 2014
I paper cut my
"Veins,"
I draw scars upon my
"Arms,"
I chew a pen till I spit
"Ink,"
I use an
"Eraser,"
To try and edit my pain,
I want to
Express
The feeling which I feel,
But I have the means
Just not the
Courage,
Will,
Spirit,
To ever write it down..
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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