There’s an ache that remains. Strong and painful. My hands. Bloody from holding this double-edged sword. Trying to keep my heart from seeping. There’s an ache that remains. Strong and painful.
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I, am a writer for those who walk past, breathe the air I do. I observe, feel and acknowledge without moving the world in an attempt to allow it to preserve itself and appreciate itself... I reckon people should be allowed to scrape their knees every once in a while and though I might or might not be there to pick them up I will be there to tell their stories... I live through my pen, through poetry, music and sometimes just random words that land in my head... View all posts by kitsowisdom