Paper and Pen

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29681
United States
34° 46' 9.2892" N, 82° 14' 11.7528" W

One lonely ink drop,
in the midst of chaos.
The words are moving.
They’re dancing like sunbeams
chasing each other’s tails.
They’re jumping and laughing
they’ve got secrets to tell.
I’ve got problems, but that’s alright
Because paper and pen seem to be
the only ones that can handle me.
To them I never tell a lie. I never hold back.
They see me better than most and they never crack.
They get the good, the bad, and in-between.
They get everything nobody else gets.
For them I’m good enough.
And that is why I write.

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