you’re that one comment that was so in depth,I was left feeling in debt with you
that one poem I never dared to put on paper because its weight would leave my hands unable to ever write again..

my heart is a pen that pumps ink all over the place,
don’t say it ain’t so,whenever I look at my forearms
I can’t help but notice my veins are blue. 

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