When you received my first letter, could you feel the pain coming out of my pen?
My heart and mind are both shattered like a windshield.
Eventually when that windshield breaks and all the small pieces are spread and scattered everywhere,
Could I count on you to put them pieces together and make me back strong and whole?
Or would you be scared to get cut by small pieces and walk away and leave me alone?
You my pen-pal but were you ready to hear my pen-pain?
My baggage and etc. I warned you I was difficult due to being embarrassed to show you the real me.
I’m sorry I forgot to tell you not just my heart, but my pen was full of pain!
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