She stares at the page-
So White and Pure
Wanting to defile it
With scribbles resembling words and slashes and heartache.
Her mind held together with pharmaceutical bandages
And nicotine and choruses.
But everynight the nightmares and tremors come,
Clawing their way through the drug induced haze,
Tearing away at her sanity.
She wants to be the paper's nightmare.
Wanting to make it unblanaced and imperfect, and
She wants to make the pages understand.
She wants someone to understand.
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