I tell myself pick up the pen and write
But he numbness of my tongue spreads to my hands and i cant seem to articulate
the overwhelming feeling of being hollow.
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PoetryWe all live with shame, sadness and fear. We have shed some tears that break us once a year. This book will lend a ear, to a broken heart that's near. In this book you have my heart, so fragile so big you'll see a part the hurt I've managed to kee...
