Pages I Bled, Words that Stayed
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Some feelings cannot be explained, only written-
in the tremble of a line, in the hush between stanzas.
This collection is a journey through love, heartbreak, and healing.
Each poem here once lived in the quiet corners of my thoughts, and now, they live on these pages.
Let these words keep you company in moments when your own heart has something to say.
@alchemistmaiden
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