something very cathartic
in the way words travel from my brain
to my hand with a pencil to guide
something very beautiful
in the way the graphite journeys faster than the thoughts can grow
they grow into the words i could never confide
something very pitiful
in the way my throat enclosed
and the way my eyes had cried
something very hushed
in the way my words are glued to this page
forever inside
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Author:
caroline-o (
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- Category: Reflection
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