Wounded
I bleed blue like the ink of my pen, when words hurt,
The wounds are deeper than any injury could ever cause,
It heals with the touch of a pen, when my feelings overflow like a river running out to the ocean,
The paper is my bandage, it stop the blood from bleeding too much,
So I write with words of blue on that paper,
As it signifies my pain.
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