His heart was broken a few times before
Promised not to love again, shut himself out
Found peace in solitude, in his four-walled sanctum.
Made music out of misery
Painted pictures of atonement
His ink bled no second chances
Stone cold heart, reeks of loneliness
Conquered by defiance
Solemn face, aged by pride.
Ragazza Triste 
Well penned!!
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Hey darling. How’s everything?
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Not too bad really. I am having some tough struggles still but on most days I am starting to feel really happy and free.. How are you, sweetie?
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I’m doing good. Just caught up in a landslide of doubts and confusion. Haha.
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I had to laugh a little when I read that… I can relate!! As long as you are loving and taking care of yourself… lol!! xo
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I like
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Thank you! How are you?
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I’m doing quite fine. How about you?
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Reeks is an apt term. I could never stand to seal myself off-from rambunctious children, vibrant teens, multi-talented people of all ages.
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Hahahahahaha. You are not meant to be alone with that perspective. 🤗
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May he find love someday.
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Love how you penned this
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