The paper is saturated by the ink from my pen.
It bleeds for the rainbow of thoughts that were left unsaid.
It bleeds for the untold stories.
It bleeds black and blue.
It bleeds for those who don't think they have a voice.
It bleeds for those who never felt good enough.
It bleeds for those who never truly find themselves.
It bleeds red.
It bleeds for the society who continues to condem, judge and ridicule persons who are deemed 'different'.
It bleeds for those who continue to suffer it silence.
It bleeds for all the lives lost.
It bleeds.
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A/N: We all have a voice in this world whether it's protrayed through writing, dance, advocacy etc. Continue to be that voice that moves mountains and kick ass. ❤
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