I am art. I was art before you came along. I was art before I fell for you. I was art before I thought I needed you. I was art before I thought you were my world. Now, you are gone. You left. But guess what? I am still art. I am art, touching peoples' lives. I am art silently affecting people. I am art on my own. To some people , I may be abstract but that is okay. I am still art, no matter their views on me.
I AM ART.
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Ink Blood
PoetryThis book is really only going to be poems, quick writes, etc! Mostly poems, though. Enjoy
