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Hate steals the ink from my pen and only four letter words
express its disdain.
A stain on the parchment that goes down in history.
And at the Smithsonian I learned the language that speaks
the horrors in my heart and behind its plexiglass there’s
no one and no bullet that can ever hurt me again.
Thank you for sharing your poem Daniel! Discussing loneliness, anxiety disorder, anger, and emotions in general are so important to discuss and art is a great way to express them.