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the heart grew cold

the heart grew cold

I am the punctuation of blame
I carry glorious embarrassment
Lyrics of shame
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So beautiful I dance in my own darkness!

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Poetry

Reading is good for the soul.

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When they asked me, ‘How did you get into writing?’ I definitely didn’t lie. It was depression – how can someone normal stare at words on a page everyday without no human contact? 202 more words

Adulthood