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A Fluke

Room 327

flesh and blood isn't everything

Having all of time and space

dream to nightmare



Hope

my "friend"

Ghost

Now and forever

a Getaway

Round 2

gone to young

Alone

risking it all

Driving on a highway

told im kid

the art that is frowned upon

Coming out to my parents

Always Grey never black and white

Stuck in Solitude

One option out of millions

Looking for you

The world so cruel

The mask

The way I am

Just because

The happy one

Pain but Glory

Day 4

back on the bus

Breaking the addication

You are Caffiene

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The pain
The burning
The ease of mind without pain
The only time without pain
 The mind is finally still


Looking for something for a paint brush
Realizing anything could work
Needing a brush to complete my work


One more stroke
What harm could only one more do
Repeating those words repeatedly
Relaxed as could be now
At peace
 

Until the paint brush stops painting
A beautiful master piece
Nothing else has ever been made like it
One of a kind
Truly an original



 Art that cuts through skin
And causes  blood and scars
This is the art I must do
To keep me at peace
Hateful and ashamed
This is the art I do







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