April 13, 2012
I've grown to hate sorrow...
the beast of all things.

so i write it out.

thinking so highly of my scribbles,
it even smells creative.

noticing that other vein comments seem to lift and weigh me down

but only synchronized together will i ever feel the two.

without ink or lead,
I'll have to carve my feelings into trees.

and since they help me breathe...
they will help me cope as well.

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