ink for words

ink for words

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and there's him again. on the farthest corner of the earth, spreading thin-strokes of ink on his wrinkled up paper, putting all of his feelings into the box of poetry, giving life to the dead words and make it dance, swaying to the sound of sadness, joy, rage and hatred.
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Pain can be felt in an infinite number of forms. It is felt when it is inflicted on you but sometimes you also feel it when you inflict it on others. All the colors of the rainbow bleed through the paper and cross the lines of the coloring book. He crossed the lines I drew again and again. I worked hard to breathe life into my days and fill them with color until he came in splattering paint everywhere. I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt him because in doing so, I not only hurt myself but I feel a part of my soul leaving my body. And I blame him. I stand in the center of the page and watch the colors bleed through. I see his footsteps in red, orange, yellow . . . I watched the pages rip as I let my life fall apart. All because of him. Credit to @iampillowbunny707 for this synopsis.

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