Poetry is in my veins,
So I slit my wrists open,
And spill my Heart's Ink on the page.
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Stories between the lines: A collection of Poems
PoetryThe world is what you perceive it to be. These are short poems and haikus which I have been inspired to write by what has happened to me and those around me, giving you an insight to how I perceive the world around me. I do cover some self-harm and...
Heart Ink
Poetry is in my veins,
So I slit my wrists open,
And spill my Heart's Ink on the page.
