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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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