This pen gave me my freedom. Before this pen I was trapped in a narrow state of mind, thought I couldn't go on until I let the pen take over, to let my mind roam free, not holding back on anything that I don't talk about. I let my pen do the talking for me. Breaking free, no more chains to hold me back. Breaking free, guess you thought you would always have the power over me. Things must change; for the better. You can take whatever you want from me just not my pen and paper. This pen bleeds for me, speak for me. This pen is my freedom; I will write till there's nothing left in me. So until then my pen will speak and bleed for me. Breaking free and so I did.
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