a place where ink drips like blood from fingertips; where the truth scales my insides like a mountain climber trying to reach the highest peak -- the point at which it finds freedom; a home for those who have defied odds, and stepped from the shadows of their fears.
some day you'll know what it's like to swallow your words. it chokes a person, leaving vowels stuck on the tongue, consonants clogging up vocal cords. smothering souls.
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