A/N- hey guys I know I've been inactive but I wrote a poem for class and felt like sharing
To the paint brush that painted one color
Ice cold yet burning hot,
From a distance shiny and beautiful
In the wrong hands can be detrimental
One stroke of the brush,
A dotted line flows,
Into a river run red
Art that can never be erased
How far will someone go,
Just to feel again?
-JT
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Randomrandom thoughts from my depressed suicidal brain This is my way of coping. I'm learning to rant on wattpad instead of cut, binge purge...etc. Also, most of the time when I'm writing this stuff I'm upset and have no regard for spelling and grammar ch...
