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I empty myself until my pencil wears down. If pain could fade in the same way, poems are born in my notebook, stained with vivid tears. And light would fill the scars left in my heart. The eyes of sorrow would lose their sight. Hana.M

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F / Japan

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Apr 7, 2025

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