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misused

i wrote poetry
i used my heart
and my ink
was blood
of my own

as you copy and paste my words
my heart is in the words
and you're breaking it

my papers ripped
the authentic
one of a kind
you ruined it
now there's no more left to share
or steal

now you use me
my words
and slap them
into your lousy poems

my ink is dry
yet it's still being used
by your insensitive hands

i cant recognize my own work
i cant write anything
without the fear
of being used
copied
and now
broken