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I can spill my guts by only ever spilling ink.Slicing through the paper with a pen,it's the kind of permanancy everyone wishes for.A spontaneous tattoo in the binds of a notebook.
I am the trapped girl.
I'm the one she wants to be, but doesn't think she can.
I'm the girl of her dreams.
I pound on the fleshy walls, manifesting as a headache,
But all she does is take a pill and ignore me.
I'm far from okay,
But at the sight of a blank page, my fingers are flying across the keys.
Turning tears into words, and finding a peace long forgotten, poetry.
