quill
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from the tomb of despair…
when the tears are shed and the pain abates, I can trust you enough to lead you to the tomb of all the past pains
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The fight called life
When faced with the pain of not being able to exist anymore, what would you choose?
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Am I what I do?
I am more than what I have and what I do, so love me for who I am
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Stories, shades…
Everyone has a story. A story that no other individual will ever truly understand.
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Hanging in there
I felt seen and heard, and I decided to live.
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There’s goodness out there…
It isn’t my beauty, talent or skill that keeps their hearts open; it’s their goodness, and it is indeed freeing to know that, with them, you don’t have to prove yourself worthy of the love.
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A slow cup of coffee
I silently sat with a small cup of coffee. It felt good. I enjoyed my company.
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unseen
The physical fights leave visible wounds, and scars that prove the struggle that ensued. But these brutal wars that we fight within, the deep wounds that incessantly bleed till we drop down on the battle field, the help that never arrives because to the beholder there is nothing to be helped…
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Quill Gone Mad 