" I have always loved when he smiled, he never did it too often, but when he did, it always made my heart melt. My heart doesn't melt anymore."
-Roadside Memories
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Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
