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Our bubble once impenetrable
Dissipates quietly away
Some wounds do not heal with time
When pain filtrates the air
And suffocates hope
Evaporates
What once was
Or could
Be
About the Creator
C. H. Richard
My passion is and has always been writing. I am particularly drawn to writing fiction that has relatable storylines which hopefully keep readers engaged
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