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I've always had a passion with my pen
sometimes I never wanted it to end so much to say feeling to express Is there a new love in my life Will there ever be From this emotional prison Will I ever be free Should I be Clever As I write each line Trying so hard to make it rhyme Or should I let the pen do the work As its life grows shorter With each Paragraph I can sometimes hear it screaming as the ink fades how much time is left Minutes, Hours or Days.
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