I knew a boy who liked to draw, he drew pictures that nobody saw, he was most artistic at night in the bathroom out of sight, he kept a secret no one knew, he didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew, his drawings were different no paper no pen but needed a bandage now and then, he met this girl, they stood by the river under the stars. He rolled up his sleeves and showed her the scars, he felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoes until she rolled up her sleeves and said "I draw too"
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RandomTHIS WILL HAVE A BUNCH OF MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR EVERY CHAPTER Most of them will be about sh and ed but it also involves mental health.
