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The tip of her pen pierced her love letters, smearing ink all over it.

It reminded her of how a handful of men had pierced her heart and left her with scars.

Yet she kept writing her letters.

In these love letters to herself she wrote –

“I am not afraid of drool stains on sheets, they show I slept peacefully.”

“I am not afraid of smeared ink on letters, they show I write passionately.”

“I am not afraid of black scars on my coffee coloured skin; they show the world I carry stories with me.”


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