I ache in places I never thought I would. I have these wounds and I realize now that they are deep. And instead of healing me like I though it would, the act of writing just kept the wounds open.
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PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
Agony.
I ache in places I never thought I would. I have these wounds and I realize now that they are deep. And instead of healing me like I though it would, the act of writing just kept the wounds open.