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Apr 2018
You are poison running through my veins,
you’ve locked me up in your destructive chains;
all I am is a canvas to you and your paintbrush is a fist,
painting me in blasts of red, blue and purple – causing pain, you cannot resist.
Written by
Shay  25/F
     ---, --- and Diary Of A Broken Heart
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