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The warmest hug to the coldest look.
The laughter to the blood we shed.
Ink on a page to torn up paper.
Do we belong to the thoughts we bleed or the words that freed them?
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Story by MsSkysAngel
Scraping The Bottom Of The Soul
The writing that broke my heart and cleansed my soul.