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Jan 12
Don’t need a brush or art tools
I use razor blades
My body is the canvas
Painting whole landscapes
I don’t need art talent
Inspired by my own sorrow
Abstract red strokes on my skin
I just don’t want to be here tomorrow
Its’s the loneliest I’ve been.
wrote this for you.
Luna Maria
Written by
Luna Maria  17/F/The Netherlands
(17/F/The Netherlands)   
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