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They called my pen tearful. Like a melancholy dream. but what they don't know is that they weren't tears. They were wounds. I just drew them in ink.
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 3:40 PM UTC
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They called my pen tearful. Like a melancholy dream. but what they don't know is that they weren't tears. They were wounds. I just drew them in ink.
It's been a long February.
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sythin-voxe
27/F/Denver, CO
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 3:40 PM UTC
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