I write with a paper in penSo the demons in my head can’t winThe pain flows through the inkAs the paper holds the raw emotionThat I thinkI write on a paper and penSo the swords in my back won’t winThe false friends and endless enemiesWant to see me on my knees but IFight with a paper and penSo I have you on your kneesThese words that I conveyAre like a diseaseI write with a paper and penSo you can feel me

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