Writing Because It's Right

The words I write

Are my blood as it's spilled across a page

Take a pen to paper

Or a blade to my skin

Makes no difference to me

Except what I let the other people see

Maybe if I didn't

If I just left the ink in the pen

The paper untouched

I'd just fade away

But people swear that's not what they want

So I write

Write so I can stay

Because that's what my friends swear is right


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