Empty Paper and Finished Ink

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With a pen and a paper,
I sat down,
to write about myself,
but somehow,
the paper was empty,
just like my heart
but the pen?
there was no ink left,
and I realized
nothing could explain me better,
better than this
an empty paper,
with finished ink

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