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Thoughts frozen,

not able to make their way

onto the paper.

 

I write

the only thing I can think of.

 

As I write,

I feel pain

exit through my fingertips,

into the pen.

 

My words drip,

flood the paper,

and stain it black.

 

I write,

“Good bye.”

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