I had never stopped denying him until I realized
We crave the same thing
The great pain , in order to create art out of it
So we hurt one another
He paints and I write.
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The Unexpected
PoetryThings I've learned , things I got over , things I'm still trying to heal from , memories , things that had happened to me and how I feel about them , tough times , good times , misery , joy All turned into poetry... Hope you like it All love...❤
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I had never stopped denying him until I realized
We crave the same thing
The great pain , in order to create art out of it
So we hurt one another
He paints and I write.
