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I will never be able to look at red paint the same way after that night
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
Red paint
I will never be able to look at red paint the same way after that night
Okay story time. This may be triggering so don't say I didn't warn you. So one night after I threw away my blade I was falling and I wanted to cut. But as I didn't have a blade I couldn't so I grabbed a tube of red water color paint and I sorta faded out and when I came back I had red paint all over my arms and legs. With words painted on in black that read "if you knew how broken I was would you still love me?". So yeah that's my story.
Pastelldichter
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
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