I knew a boy who liked to draw
He drew pictures that nobody saw
He was more artistic at night
In the bathroom, out of sight.
He kept a secret that nobody knew,
he didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew
His drawings were different, no paper or pen
But needed a bandage now and again.
We stood by the river under the stars,
he rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars.
He felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoe,
then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered, "I draw too."
- a Nico Di Angelo poem
Just an Indian girl trying to cope up from the shit that's called life.

There are always two facets of a person, one dark yet alluring and the other shiny yet deceiving. One thing that remains rigid is that the mask never falls off...
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