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my hands are dyed in the beautiful blood red color,
the blood is dry on the knife, but still gushing down my arms
painted my skin in beautiful lines
like permanent ink they'll stay with me forever
remind me of closure i felt while making my masterpiece,
so now i feel happy.
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YOU ARE READING
It's not a fairy tale.
Poetrythis is a book, filled with poems that either I wrote or saw inspiring. Some of them are about love, some about more dark things, writing is my way of dealing with the pain. I hope you find them inspiring also, or can feel some type of comfort upon...
