destroyed.

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My pen is a blade,

and I use it to cut the thin paper of my mind.

When the tip of the pen cuts though,

immediately the words are out and spilling on the paper.

The paper becomes a total mess,

as if someone stacked too much in a small envelope and that someone was me.

My pen is like my blade;

it helps me to release everything.

My pen is like my blade,

my mind is an envelope.

Together they make one almighty team.

They can either save me,

or they can destroy me.

- v.m

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