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How Paper and Pen Saved My Life
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On Poetry Give me a blank sheet and a pen,
I will return to you
Paper drenched in tears
And a ballpoint with teeth marks.
I’d much rather tear apart plastic
And whimper over my words
Then scar my wrists
Or bleed my heart dry.
Without parchment and quill
To mend my wounds
And help blood to flow away,
I would have surely died.
