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Tag: Words

Heal.

The wounds that I dreaded all day have healed my bruised body.

Shooting Star.

The nightmares kept pushing me down into the deep dark hole of survival.

Scribble.

Some battles fought; survived and lost.

Words.

Merely looking at the stars, admiring the moon, and feeling the cold breeze was my delight.

Dark.

All I could see was, his dark brown eyes staring at me.

Cheers.

Here’s to the words that dig deeper than the wounds.