i don't care,

if this is ever seen

i dont care

if my words connect

if there is an effect

i don't care if it is praised high

or looked down

all i care

is to move the pen in my grip

before i slip

not just a temporary trip

a fall so deep

forthcoming sleep

paper why cant you be sharper

pen stab harder

but the words of the soul

keep going

i care,





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