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A Little Bird Cheeped While I Was Trying to Type

I don't think you understand what a writing zone is
I don't think you get how hard you being here is
I need to quietly live and give
my every ounce
your every whisper a shout
your every throat cleared
appearance of doubt  
 
I'm an artist fragile, glass,
paper thin
vulnerable to the wind
too enraged to write when I see you engage in your sin,
leave me
I'm wafer thin
Written by ExercisingDemons
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