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Every day I sit down and begin to open my soul; I bleed out onto the paper in ink; feelings becoming less whole. But oh, what a beautiful release from within. The secrets are out, no longer buried beneath my skin.
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
Beauty of Writing