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I know you are reading this Either in spite or in awe But breathe these words from my lips This is not just your war Poems upon poems Blood upon wrists Depression it moans It puts us in fits Take your pen my fellow soldier Press the ink, take a hit This war is soon over Writing heals, you are worth more than this
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
Words Heal Wounds
I know you are reading this Either in spite or in awe But breathe these words from my lips This is not just your war Poems upon poems Blood upon wrists Depression it moans It puts us in fits Take your pen my fellow soldier Press the ink, take a hit This war is soon over Writing heals, you are worth more than this
To all who read my ramblings, thank you. You are all helping me win this war.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
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