The Broken Novelist II – The Endless Story

With nothing but half a pen,
She takes up a sheet
And writes an endless novel;

And she bleeds and breathes the truth
Onto its torn out pages,
And its blurry lines,
where she struggles to make out the words.

Sometimes she can’t even see the ink
As it scrapes her
Down the page.

But she just needs you to see,
That maybe,
What you see as just a story;

She knows as life.

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