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life is a pen, not a pencil
you can scrape over the words, obscure them or embellish them
but you can’t take them back
there are so many things I want to tell you
but I hold back, hoping to leave the page unscathed
there’s only so much planning I can do, before I’m forced to act before ink makes contact with paper
don’t waste ink trying to unmake the mistakes you’ve made
glide and grate until the ink runs out