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Writing is an escape, I write to hide blood. the waves come a crashing, I stand so firm,detached from everything. Only the algae that's grows around me has any connections to this soul. I'm safe here. I love my solitude.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Bleeding.
Writing is an escape, I write to hide blood. the waves come a crashing, I stand so firm,detached from everything. Only the algae that's grows around me has any connections to this soul. I'm safe here. I love my solitude.
If it bleeds it leads. .
ocean-carter
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
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