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My ink may not be aesthetically pleasing to the eye, it has been transfused with the tears I have cried.
Like the tattoos on my skin, my ink will always tell the stories of my life.
Some days my words are brightly coloured.
On others, they may be grey.
But my ink is real and raw, not fairytale made.
If you can relate or resonate, I am sorry for your pain.
I hope you will be free from the burdens you carry and their weight one day.
I carry those burdens too.
The ink I release shines a light on the darkest parts of my mind.
But as long as I have a pen in my mind, my demons cannot hide.
My ink is my guardian angel, always by my side.
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