healing
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The ink was heavy when first it bled, A silent mark, a prayer unsaid. But now it pulls upon my skin- Each line a name I hold within. No letters carved, no dates to trace, Just echoes of laughter time can’t erase. Your cross grew too heavy, I’ll carry it from here, Through all of
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“Tears that remain in the body are poisonous. It is only when they touch air and skin that they become a healing balm. Tears heal— as long as we allow ourselves to cry.”
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This morning I had a dream and I woke up crying. Even as I write this, I can’t stop them from flowing. I can’t believe how much time has passed, how much I’ve changed, and how much I miss my old battles. I don’t miss the youth, but the friends—the family I made along the
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 