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This pen
I'm tired of writing, never living
And seeing through eyes so paper thin
I'm tired of writing, never caring
Keeping all the good stuff in
I'm tired of writing, never caring
or feeling a smile caress my face
I'm tired of writing, unforgiving
hating myself in this fall from grace
I'm tired of writing, never loving
wanting the best for all but me
I'm tired of writing, never dying
because in the end i just might see
That i was all these things
but in my mind
This pen left everything
behind
And seeing through eyes so paper thin
I'm tired of writing, never caring
Keeping all the good stuff in
I'm tired of writing, never caring
or feeling a smile caress my face
I'm tired of writing, unforgiving
hating myself in this fall from grace
I'm tired of writing, never loving
wanting the best for all but me
I'm tired of writing, never dying
because in the end i just might see
That i was all these things
but in my mind
This pen left everything
behind
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