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This pen became lost, Inks at its worst. Feared to lead, Stopped to bleed. I've put commas In these written dramas, It's time to create a period, To exclude myself for good. It's stupid to end this narrative, Stupid for I don't know how to live. Many sleepless nights, Where I've seen no lights. I can't stop myself from writing, On the other sight, You'll see an insignificant fool, Breaking an important rule. Thought it was a masterpiece, I thought it's a kind of thing to miss, But I was creating my destroyer, Putting dirt on my paper. I thought they'd understand my letter, These words will be crumpled later. I can see myself as a star, But it was my tear hiding from my scar. Pardon me for what I have done. I am just dreaming of becoming one. I'm sorry for what I have written, I was wrong, thought I could but I don't know when. I thought these words of mine Will be your sun to shine, Your Achievement to be proud of And you are more than everything inside to feel soft. I can't be perfect. I can't be the one that you expect. But I've tried to color up the sad, Same as the color of your blood. I'm so empty and sleepy. I don't know, so pardon me.
