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i sit here in this empty room. the white walls are canvases, and the tears and blood of my past are the paints that color this room, my life, and define me.
Without them i am faded. Without them i am not human. Without them
I resemble this room.......

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 11, 2015 ⏰

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