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Poetry

It's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]

Too much

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by LeroyLakeWrites

by LeroyLakeWrites

I feel too much

So I write too much.

I speak too little

So I'm understood by too few.

I care too much

So I'm there too much.

I write too much

So I hide too much.