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Ongoing, First published Apr 13
"Bare Soul, Crimson Heart" is a collection of unspoken emotions, a space where the unsaid finds its voice. These poems are not just words-they are the emotions that often go unnoticed, feelings that many of us carry in silence. It's not about forcing connection but about giving those emotions a place to exist.

If you find your own story within these lines, then the purpose of this collection has been fulfilled. The words may be mine, but the feelings belong to anyone who has ever lived them.

"If it hurts, if it heals, if it haunts - I write it."
- BleedsInVerse
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