Words are my way of bleeding quietly.
Each poem is a confession I never said out loud.
Welcome to my darkness.
I promise it's soft here.
- iVocado
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A short slice of life that screaming to be saved.
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I no longer ask the pain to leave.
It stays - quiet, breathing beside me.
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