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He Who Cried Words

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You made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva

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HE WHO CRIED WORDS

You made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write.

-E. Pleuvoir

There are different kinds of pain. One of which could turn you into a writer. Read the words one could cry in He Who Cried Words.

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SHE WHO BLED INK

"You just broke my heart. Nope, it wasn't that kind of heartbreak that could make me weep. It was that kind of heartbreak that could make my heart bleed endless ink."

-Eos Pleuvoir

Read the words one could bleed in the counterpart of He Who Cried Words, She Who Bled Ink.

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POEMS I WISH I DIDN'T WRITE

"You're making it
hard for me to stay
and my heart is
making it hard
for me to leave."

-Eos Pleuvoir

Feel one's regrets upon writing poems and know why she hoped she didn't write them in Poems I Wish I Didn't Write.

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Prelude

Her body was a canvass of torment and misery painted by these young men strangling her. She's naked with legs wide open and these predators are praising her flesh. Her face was an open book of thousand prayers longing for help. She's a weak prey stuck on her predators' lawn. Hands are gripping her arms. Hands are widening her legs. These predators felt warmth yet she couldn't feel the same. She felt coldness; no tranquility; no pleasure at all. She felt very open not because her clothes are torn apart but because she's being destroyed in front of my eyes. I felt weak but she felt weaker. I felt miserable but she felt more. She was being devoured. She was being ripped apart. A monster was inside her digging deep and hard. She was never different from a toy played by rude infants. She was flipped over and pulled hard. She was used by one; by two; by three. She was killed for a hundred, thousand and million times. They ripped her soul out of her body. They stole her dignity. Yes, she's naked with legs wide open and eyes staring at me. I was her hero, yes, but with my hands tied and a gun pointing on my head, I was no one. I was just a mere witness of a life being ripped apart.

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