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I am no Artist (right now)

Artists are often

broken people

using the fragments of themselves

to create something new

and although

being healed

feels so complete

sometimes i want to be broken again

sometimes i want open wounds

so i can use the blood

to paint sunsets

so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas

so i can carve

masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind

but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art

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siathewanderer
Published
Jul 17, 2018
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#art#broken#sad#blood
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