THE INK...
Each of us have a story. A heartbreak we are carrying in the confines of our hearts. Some of us share them but some of us keep them locked away. Sharing comes in different ways, mostly in the writings we share. Each letter a piece of our soul, until it becomes a portion of ourselves. The ink may be black, blue or any color we choose but what we see is our life's blood. Every drop precious, just as precious as each piece of our soul. It is our life, our soul, it is us. This is the essence of the writer, their soul.
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