With time her thoughts became as dangerous as poison and as dark as a grave, leading her into a maze with no way out.
Except for one, that was to unlock the door of hope.With the lost key being poetry?which she had forgotten. Yet she picked up the pen filled with ink as dark as her heart and spilled poetry. Letting the white paper soak in her thoughts, emotions and misery and lighting her soul.
Inky
I absolutely love how it was so dark and the depth in a few words… it was so amazing ❤️
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Tysm 💜
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Short ,crisp and impactful!
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Thanks! Nice to see you back!
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