Sometimes to stay alive, you have to spill ink,
and to escape the grief, you have to let it sink
into each tear and then release
every last drop.
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Every Last Drop
Poetryfor hard times. for the lonely late nights. and the tears we cry. every last drop. * all rights reserved
Introduction
Sometimes to stay alive, you have to spill ink,
and to escape the grief, you have to let it sink
into each tear and then release
every last drop.
