Let it bleed.
Your fears.
Your pain.
Your love.
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Just let it bleed.
Your art.
Your soul.
Let it bleed.
You aren’t done until your page is crimson.
Live your life.
Bleed it onto the page.
Your worries are a poem.
Your love is a song.
Your life is a novel.
So let it bleed.
So, what if no one sees.
At least you unpacked your pain.
At least you gave your love.
So.
Let.
It.
Bleed.
Virginia Antonelli • Nov 10, 2023 at 3:38 pm
I get it. You done it. I’m happy for you.