Ink

Is it you or me that should feel the guilt?
I’m here, pushing out thoughts onto paper,
Oh how did you get me stuck in this?
I should swear I hate you.

I should paint it all black,
Blot out the sun with my pen.
The black ink, reminds me,
Oh let me go, and sleep.

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