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If I Never Wrote Again
Pen on paper,
The story unfolds,
A tale hardly written,
For those to behold.
Ink to paper,
The truth comes out,
Though most is fiction,
I still scream and shout.
If I never wrote again,
I'd have lost my best friend,
If I never wrote again,
I'd be dead.
For the voices that surround me,
The sights and sounds and smells,
The life I have left behind,
And the life I choose to survive.
There are scars that tell my story,
But only through this art,
Can I tell you the horror story,
Written deep within my heart.
There's this girl who has been in love,
Yet hurt so many times,
And she has a few best friends,
Who have witnessed tears fall from her eyes.
And the girl who you call ugly,
And every painful slur,
Is the girl who lives for silence,
For silence is her cure.
And if I never wrote again,
The story would come to an end,
And not only would I lose my mind,
But you'd lose another friend.
The story unfolds,
A tale hardly written,
For those to behold.
Ink to paper,
The truth comes out,
Though most is fiction,
I still scream and shout.
If I never wrote again,
I'd have lost my best friend,
If I never wrote again,
I'd be dead.
For the voices that surround me,
The sights and sounds and smells,
The life I have left behind,
And the life I choose to survive.
There are scars that tell my story,
But only through this art,
Can I tell you the horror story,
Written deep within my heart.
There's this girl who has been in love,
Yet hurt so many times,
And she has a few best friends,
Who have witnessed tears fall from her eyes.
And the girl who you call ugly,
And every painful slur,
Is the girl who lives for silence,
For silence is her cure.
And if I never wrote again,
The story would come to an end,
And not only would I lose my mind,
But you'd lose another friend.
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