The Pencil

The Pencil

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This is just a short poem about the pencil. Interpret it as you will but I may have wrote it as a metaphor for something... See if you can figure it out! Although the end does make it quite obvious... Enjoy!
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I am broken And now that you see, what you've allowed to happen to me The evils you have forced into my existence Self-serving evils now defying you with such persistence You try to cover up your lies Dangling hope in front of my eyes ~~~ I write to inspire others and to find a piece of myself that was lost or I never knew I had. This book of poems, and sometimes random thoughts will include my raw emotions, late night thoughts and my opinions on random topics. Happy Reading!!

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