I draw beautiful pictures of ethereal birds
My canvas has layers, just like my words
I draw heavy-handed with silver and bronze
My canvas is is good, but it has its cons
I draw with metallics but they turn to red
My canvas is flooded as red starts to spread
I draw messy pictures of bloody, soaked birds
My canvas shows layers, unlike my words
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Sad
RandomYou know that feeling, when you have so much sadness and regret built up in your body, that you feel the need to violently sob and wail and cry and puke. But you don't. Because you are FINE.