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Dec 2012
I painted,
I painted a picture in red.
It was a beautiful picture,
It was of myself.
It showed the pain,
And the mask.

I painted,
I did this on my own.
I used many different shades of red,
All showing my pain.
It scared many,
Brought many in as we'll.

I painted,
I painted with my blood.
I didn't cut I promise. I just had this idea. Rough draft
Kendra Hall
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