i'm too lazy to think of a title but this is a compilation of poems

the girl and her pen

False hopes and white lies,

Broken hearts and bloodshot eyes,

And all the pain she felt inside -

She had them written - not for everyone to read but for someone to see them.

Writing for her is more than just a passion;

It is an outlet for all of her emotions.

An escape when she can no longer handle the commotion -

That happiness for her is nothing but a delusion.

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It's the reason I'm here, writing keeps me alive.