It Seems To Be My Everything

If this pen could write my wrongs
I would have been ascended
To the sky
It seems to be my everything
The miles this pen
Has traveled
To spell out
The depths
Of my every
Emotion
To distribute every atom
Of every tear i have ever cried
When i couldn't shudder
A single word
It seems to be my everything
So hopefully
When my final morning wakes
To put me to sleep
Maybe this pen could poetically
Justify my existence





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