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pixiepoet — Fri, 01 Oct 2021 02:20:08 +0000

My pen was lost and dead
My thoughts wanted to be seen
I missed my friends
too ashamed to scream 
My medicine must've ran out

I still can't stand too close to strangers
And they still can't hear my thoughts

I missed my friends 
So I stroked some keys
And learned - MY PEN LIVES ON! 
Can you read it's calming ROAR? 

It's soothing here, 
In this written fairytale,

Therapy was too expensive,
So I'm working here  
Now, because I'm TIRED of searching and of testing positive for life exhaustion