Carve

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I have run out of paper

It seems I have words to many

Not enough time & patience

Sell my thoughts for just a penny

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I have sentences in need of sharing

Emotions which long to burst

My skin is aching, fingers restless

Some say I'm blessed, I call it cursed

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I'm not the type to talk or scream

I want to feel, this urge to hurt

Let my core quiver, touch my soul

I'd rather be an introvert

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I have ink in many colours

And I like to write in pain

Now my words will carve much deeper

In the end it's all the same

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