Write the same story again and again. Different days, different words, paper and pen. Ruminate the past illuminate the soul, tear-stained diaries full of stories untold. Mark out a line, rearrange some words cry a thousand tears, never to be heard. No one will see without a light shone on it. The ink won't dry if you just cry on it. WVPoetrygirl
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Beautiful wording of a sad heart that tarries with pain, enjoyed reading.