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the pen is mightier than the sword

so i stabbed one in my chest

and let the words bleed out


my tongue is clumsy and heavy

when words matter most

my voice trembles and shakes

even at the thought of speaking

my throat refuses to function

although it screams for understanding


so i write with my blood,

i write with my life.

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