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 i write what i feel and i feel what i write. the words i write depict and help me to relive a tender memory. journey with me to the cluttered corners of my mind that sometimes make no sense at all but have deep and subtle meaning.  | 
    I was at the bottom
i was down in it...
    Hope
it's a word...
    Some are poems
most are thoughts...
    Been a while since i let the ink
brush against the sad, sad white...
    I wish i loved my last one, longest
different...
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     We die when our hearts have broken a final time.  |