PEN

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I broke again

Why am I holding this pen, again?

Why am I at this moment again?

Why did I let them fail me, again?


This pen

It was to stab myself with

But why instead, am I writing, again?

I let them play with me

When I was never their toy

Why did I break? remind me again.


Can I keep myself,

Or should I let go?

Will these pages ease my pain,

Or leave behind my envoi?

What was the use of this pen again?

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