Letters drawn,
words all around,
time to write your life down.
Memories drawn,
ink like blood
shed when the stories
are written down.
You face the past
with men in hand,
you write it down
just to get it out
of your head.
There’s no going back,
as soon as you wrote it
it was gone…
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