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Jun 2023
my body is a canvas,
a canvas to resort to own pain,
if i can’t carve it myself,
i let people paint on me,
i let the ink tattooed on my skin,
continuously,
until the ink and every paint runs out in this world,
then; my body has become an art.
fariha
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fariha  20/F/malaysia
(20/F/malaysia)   
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