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Addicted to the canvas


The tears continue to paint your face

Drag the brush across your skin

Dsrk red lines where his fingers used to trace

A materpiece thats what this is

But I thought the blank canvas was beautiful

The thoughts in your head are not yours but his

So darling you're addicted to the pain

But that doesn't make you insanse

No, I find it kind of funny

You seek comfort in the blades

He seeks comfort in your pain

Oh god is he destroying me

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