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Born an artist Drawing on whatever I could reach Painting all the colours I could make Time going by making me older My most pride and joy Turning against me My paintbrush turned to tissues My eraser turned to bandaids   My pencil turned to a blade My skin the perfect canvas My wrist the perfect paper Now my books plain My walls white Mind empty All is left is the art piece on my arm
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Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 7:20 PM UTC
An Artist
Born an artist Drawing on whatever I could reach Painting all the colours I could make Time going by making me older My most pride and joy Turning against me My paintbrush turned to tissues My eraser turned to bandaids   My pencil turned to a blade My skin the perfect canvas My wrist the perfect paper Now my books plain My walls white Mind empty All is left is the art piece on my arm
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Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 7:20 PM UTC
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