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Without You

A poem about the pen.

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

Without you, I start to wane away
Without you, I begin to become depressed
Without you, I don’t feel alive
Without you, I’m bored
Without you, I don’t know how I’ll survive

I’ve become dependent on the high you give me
I’ve become determined to make this my living



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Destiny S. Harris

Destiny S. Harris

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