Poetry is another way for our hearts and souls to talk to us as our pens are filled with the ink that carries the pain of all our heartbreaks, heartaches, and broken dreams while we bleed out poetic emotional art onto paper that is made of sorrow and regret that is left from all of the demons that hide in darkness that lives inside of us all.


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