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i plucked all my thorns the flowers bloomed from my scars i collected the red ink dripping from my pricked fingers and wrote a hymn to my heart the one who has seen it all the one who knows it all This little book is an ode to all the dreaming souls who found their solace in ink stained sheets. A collection of the whirlwind of her love, laugh, pain, hurting, sorrows of her past years, her happiness and tears in shape of words. All the unsung emotions she pourd on a paper. this little book is her heart, hold it with care, it has a lot to give