even though it doesn't define your happiness, you don't need to make the delicate art on your wrists. please. there are other ways than putting yourself in more pain. you can overcome it- trust me because i use to love making artwork on my skin and watch the lines be filled with crimson liquid then slowly pool over like an overflowing bathtub. i love you and you're so strong to stay standing today.
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the ink of my heart | poetry
Poetryshe sits there, naked and exposed to the artist hiding away behind the blank canvas; tears stream down her face while goosebumps trace her skin for she is vulnerable against the world trying to paint her picture perfect to its eye. |unnamed...
