i was your canvas,
you painted over me as if i were nothing.
soon enough I was so covered in the colors, the blood, the scars, the bruises
i couldn't tell who I even was anymore.
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astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
