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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WHEN THOUGHTS FORM WORDS
Non-FictionThis will be a collection of essays, quotes and articles which I wrote and will be writing. some can be my thoughts while some can be a part of me andmy life, some can be stories. I hope I can put my thoughts into words in all its sincerity and I ho...