Words are the seams that trace our bodies
Lies are the wounds that need stitches
Broken promises are the infections that need cauterized
With too many we bleed out or turn septic
With too few there is nothing to show we lived.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
