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The art of anguish

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I write this from a place of pain. My chest sits heavy as I close my eyes and can only see the colour purple. My heart is played like a guitar, being plucked one note at a time. Creating echos within my mind that force certain questions to surface.

The pain hummed me to sleep, close your eyes and forget the world. To be continued..

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