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the gallery of broken girls: the artist

she was the maker, he was her muse

a creative girl with everything to lose

 

she colored her canvas with her bleeding heart

she loved him and watched her world fall apart

 

she got her heart broken but kept a blank face

knowing that there are some mistakes you can't erase

 

she gave up her art, a lover betrayed

her pure white mind turned a darker shade.

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Written by
adrianaa
17 / F / la
Published
May 7, 2018
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And then there were seven.

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