All the Things I Should've Told You
Poems on Love, Grief & Resilience
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My soul bleeds. Once punctured, It trickles down the page Until it spills, spills, spills. There is no damming the stream Of my soul. The cut is too deep. It is a surge now. And I must bleed it all out to heal.
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