The pressure is to much i cant with stand
take it in my small fearsome hand
one draw nothing yet
second draw now i'm set
Relief i feel just for a while
then i change to another style
over and over i draw the line
in the same place cant waste time
Rivers of red life escapes my arm
and so i trip on it's charm
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