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Quiet is Violent

Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow. I write to close my wounds. Or open them.

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- October 26, 2021

it still hurts even when i close my eyes

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- October 26, 2021

I Am Falling Apart Again.

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Forsaken Poet: I see colours nobody else does. With them I paint the skies and oceans in my mind. The things I write about come from the many worlds inside of me. I write them down in order to not drown into the many lives I have created. I used to write my pain out with knives and it would bleed out of me as a red stream. Now I just use pen, ink running through my veins.

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