Never before have I met one like this, one of open eyes towards the skies, and who’s tears cried like rain, turns to ink flowing from her pen to the page, setting stage for the drama of her heart and life, both to her can feel like the cutting of a knife. We share a blade of wounds and our scars not far apart, enough to see and understand each other in more then simple ways, but like rays that pierce deep into the fabric of our being, emotions like pin and thread, to both be read and understood, you even seem know what I fear to show. The first to see my writing and understand me. |

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"both to her can feel like the cutting of a knife" That's got alot of meaning in it.
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