My writings are the pieces of my inner soul, curbing to be extracted through my colourless ink.
I write, without shame or without fear, bringing forth the pain held deep, held within.
The anguish beholds behind the dropping of tears, feelings gushing forth to reach their escape.
I write, the morsels that feed my soul, to place at bay the anguish, the musings I withhold.
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