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a girl with a pen,
spilling stars into stanzas.
she writes of pain,
like petals pressed between pages-
of dreams too delicate for the daylight.
this is not just poetry.
this is every scream she never let out,
every smile she faked,
every night she wished someone would see her.
she is not perfect,
but she is honest.
not silent,
but soft.
so come-
flip these water-colored pages,
let her words drip into your chest,
and maybe,
just maybe,
you'll find a piece of yourself
hidden in the ink.