I know a writer

I know a writer

She seems like quite the fighter

her arms and legs are covered in scars

But her eyes are so full of stars


I know a writer

Whose future couldn't be brighter

that always seems so sad

Or maybe just a bit mad


I know a writer

Whose nights are spent hunched over her typewriter

She often falls asleep in class

But, she has a smile that could cut glass


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