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Four-and-a-half years of pure torture
But not without purpose. You held
Me in the dark while the world
Watched me fight for breath–the
Breath I’m only now
Taking as the
Sun rises
Without
You
About the Creator
Joelle E N
Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
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