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Writer’s Dilemma

Dull pencils and
blank pages
laugh at
me
at my failures
people are silent
they don’t speak their
minds
but neither do
I
words come easy
on paper
words don’t sound sweet
spoken
only bitter
jumbled up inside myself
that’s where they
stay
somehow they make it out
some stay deep within
dark secrets I hold
dear
not wanting anyone else to
hear.

2 Comments
  1. kiwibird2 permalink

    Is this the kind of stuff you write in your notebook? It’s good.

  2. Yep, this is what i write in that stupid beat up notebook. HAHA. Thanks for your support. 😀

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