A war has been unleashed, and I am here, but a tool of destruction, with my useless words, and my hollow insides, an amusement park…….You tread softly atop my chest, and I bubble within a most revolutionary feeling, you tread, and tread, and I am ever so empty..
Click, click I softly shed my existence…letter by letter, so it must be. My ink screams words I dare not speak. I am an artist, I am a loner, I am a failure, I am a writer.
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