I Will Write No More

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I write when I'm broken,
              when the burden
              is too heavy to carry,
              when the world
              turned deaf at me.

I write as my tears
              becomes my ink,
              pain as my motivation
              and wound as my
              tabula rasa.

I write when you
              left me
              but stopped
              when you
              came back.

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