It wasn't the pen or the paper
Not even the prize or the reaper
It was because of you, my greatest weaver
The reason why I'm here
Stuck forever.
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HORRID THOUGHTS
PoetryFormer:LLANÈ:THE STORY OF HOW I FELT And there was She.... The one whose left behind your shadow together with your girl. Staring blankly at your back, bidding a silent farewell..... and each day that passed, she wrote letters and entries that was a...
28th Entry: March 2, 2018. 8:34pm
It wasn't the pen or the paper
Not even the prize or the reaper
It was because of you, my greatest weaver
The reason why I'm here
Stuck forever.
