Red wine, black ink.

Red wine, black ink.

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I write during the nights in which insomnia hits my soul. Poems steal my words and make sadness touchable.
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Sometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.

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