These thoughts
That came haunting
Every mirth I ever gave
No longer control me
And make me their slave
Those thoughts
That acted as crucial whispers
Of a blade full of rage
Are no longer that
But root sparks of a page
And you would be proud
Because when those thought took their toll
I did what you said
And use ink as my soul.
•breaking casey•
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