My heart bleeds without a wound, A silent pain the world wouldn't know. Its crimson song flows deep inside, A tide of sorrow I can not hide. Still in this bleeding, life persists, A fragile flame that shall resist. My heart bleeds, but it beats, it lives, A wounded soul that still has a lot to learn. For in this bleeding, I find myself: The broken beauty of a human heart.
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thank you, at least i know some people are still reading my book 😭
no, it's the opposite
See this! I just gifted the story: Pizza
See this! I just gifted the story: Pizza
this was once a book, i published but deleted it and re upload it in this account xd
haha
His mother:
Thank you so much
thank you ❤️
Separate this by a bit