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Draw, draw a picture on your wrist,
Draw this picture with a twist.
Draw it with a razor blade,
Draw it deep and hard, until away you fade.

Splatter paint upon a canvas,
Splatter the canvas in red.
Splatter it with a gun,
Splatter the wall as your senses run.

Hang, hang a mobile on the ceiling,
Hang it high so all may see how you're feeling.
Hang it with a tight noose,
Hang it until your body drops loose.

This is art with a twist,
Art resulting in death.
Art stemmed from depression,
This is real.
We veterinarians are a weird type,
Striving to create love in the world.
Yet not quite sure how to do it,
We place our love in the animals.
The ones whom you care about,
And bring to us when they fall ill.
We care for every single one of them,
Fixing and mending all their wounds.
Hoping that all of our great love,
Makes its way into the world.
Maybe we're not so weird after all,
Simply wishing to make the world better.

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