This pen can write many things. It can write of lies. It can be a poison to all of those who read it. It can write to hurt others. This pen can start a rumor or end one as well. It can make people cry. It can also make you feel bullied. It can mask your inner thoughts or tell it all. It can make you smile with words on a card, or laugh with a joke on a card. This pen can write of the crystal clear autumn waters in the morning, and the crisp air as it caresses your face. It can write of red, orange, and yellow leaves dancing in the breeze.
This pen can write of the truth. It can tell of honesty.
This pen can make you wonder what really goes through the mind of a teenager, of a man.
This pen can write of trials and tribulations. This pen can write of addiction. It can write of foster care and abuse.
This pen can write. This pen will write. All in due time.
This pen can write of the truth. It can tell of honesty.
This pen can make you wonder what really goes through the mind of a teenager, of a man.
This pen can write of trials and tribulations. This pen can write of addiction. It can write of foster care and abuse.
This pen can write. This pen will write. All in due time.
1 comment:
God, but, dammit, this is not a pen. TRUTH and love. Commas, coma. Palindrome.
I think that its first of all; and anyway the comprehension wasn't there. I am obliterating the religious holocaust of the issue personally by attempting to take the sophistication of the object itself; although it becomes. and the apple truthfully resides in that also triangles have holes. So it; and the... circumnavigation of the issues:
A: Pain nursing adoption and the
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