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[sublime49]

I'm never sure what i will write.
I just let the paper feel the pen.
The words seem to flow so naturally.
Never slowing from begining to end.

I wish i had this way with words.
I wish i could say what i felt.
I wish i could express my self with confidence.
i wish my courage would never melt.

I'm finding this all funny you know.
The way things are suddenly falling down.
I can't even stand up for my lame self.
As i well know pens do not make a sound.

I am the one at fault for all.
If it helps i will take the blame.
I will never go back to how i was before.
I can never again be the same.

Thoughts fly away as fast as they come.
I'm left with nothing, but feeling numb.
How could i have left myself in this situation.
They say it should end as it begun.

I'm never sure what i will write.
I just let the paper feel the pen.
The words seem to flow so naturally.
never slowing from begining to end.......