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The Unwritten

My pen will no longer remain still
I have to write
Free my self
From my quiet
From my anger
I refuse to let my self be shushed
Any longer
I am held
Bound to a silence, with unseen shackles
I am supposed to be quiet
Polite
A perfect angel
But give me a pen and paper,
And set me free.



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unwrittenuntamed said...
Jan. 20, 2011 at 3:00 pm:
Hey any one who looks at this please comment!  I need to know if it is okay! :) thank you!
 
IrishWriter replied...
Sept. 16, 2011 at 12:20 pm :
Love it! Especially how the short lines give it a sense of immediacy, keep up the good work!
 
unwrittenuntamed replied...
Oct. 13, 2011 at 1:48 pm :
Thank you!
 
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