Shadows
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Wed, Aug 6, 2014
People have different ways of letting out their inner pain. Solemnly praying, hoping it would all just disappear, all the while trying to find a way to cope with the hurt, or let out their secret desires, regrets, and hopes. Some cut, I used to be one. Some purge, I used to as well. Some are destructive, and some sit there quietly and think. Not knowing what to do. I for one? I write my feelings on paper and now?
I'm sharing them with you.
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