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quills unburdened cuts small as threads some words are better left undone then said little by little day by day but for paper they’re scars that won’t fade away each beat is stained flowing with ink but it goes more unnoticed than you think even if they try to mend those they seep through papers pages will never be brand-new
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
Ink stains
quills unburdened cuts small as threads some words are better left undone then said little by little day by day but for paper they’re scars that won’t fade away each beat is stained flowing with ink but it goes more unnoticed than you think even if they try to mend those they seep through papers pages will never be brand-new
The words people tell sometimes ,they leave scars and even if they beg for forgiveness... sometimes you can forgive but you struggle to forget
Simone13
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
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