When we cry, we let things go.
We heal.
When we bottle it, we pickle it.
And it remains with us.
Forever and ever.
--- Ink and Wander
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Cathartic - bleeding in poetry (2)
PoetryThis is my second collection of poetry. I wrote my first one called 'Poetry - inking my soul'. It consists of 20 poems. I will try to keep each collection to this many poems as it's manageable. As I find my voice and the words to convey them, I will...
