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And I miss the pen and the paper in ways you couldn’t imagine

An ice has frozen over what once was thick and beating

I’ve built barricades 

So thick

I can’t even let myself in

And I’ve avoided

The ink

For its truth would unthaw what I am not ready to face

The unknown

The breaking without mending

Darkness like I’ve never known it

But an inevitable rebirth

A rebirth I know not the consequences