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Jan 2017
Smear the ink that spills from the wounds you left me with
Across my canvas, suddenly, I'm considered an artist
Kudos to me for writing about all my heartaches and heartbreaks
It's my only relief from breathing in tainted oxygen
Lungs half filled with other people's *******
I'm going to be a ballerina when I grow up, I used to say
Instead, I find, my talent lies in laying my emotions out for display
What I always dreaded I would become, I became
Just another poet, writing tirelessly about pain
I don't feel this way anymore. Written in the fall.
Inkveined
Written by
Inkveined  F/Within my words
(F/Within my words)   
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       Raja Smith, Fiona Trancy, Breeze-Mist and ---
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