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I love a blank canvas.

I love a new page.

I love bleeding terror.

I love to cry rage.

I love how I’m depressed.

I love how I die inside.

I love having so many,

 New scars to hide.

 

I love my own artwork.

I love it on my wrist.

I love having a personality with a terrifying twist.

I love how I’m so cold.

I love how I’m almost dead.

I love how my arms,

Are nearly always soaked in red.

 

I love how I’m empty.

I love having something to hide.

I love living on the edge,

And having the devil on my side.

I love how I’m different.

I love each and every tear.

I love having to live my life with unnecessary fear.

 

I love my life.

I love all this crying.

I love hiding the truth,

Of how inside I’m dying.

I love how I’m broken.

I love these cracks in my heart.

I love telling these stories,

 Of how my life fell apart.

 

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