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I want to feel the stab of a plastic pen,
Straight through the whole of my heart,
That I may bleed on a blank piece of canvas,
Drawing patterns from the pain inside.
"Still waiting for your poetry collection. Don't stop writing. "
"Lucky, is thy friend to have you as theirs. "
"Mogbe! This one is scary ni o! "
"hahahahaha. I loved this and can't wait for the nest part. It does ..."
"Melancholic... as usual. "