Primrose
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and with the pain that grew in my chest, i shall birth a new found beauty in the form of proses. i will bleed with words, and you shall bathe in it. never let art die. never let your art lie. let the truth embrace your peace. till you float in the clouds of tomorrows and new beginnings. book cover is made by me. art by: saatchiart
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For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

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