tw:selfh@rm
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I love making art
With pretty lines and my favorite color
Art makes me happy
Art makes me feel good
Art lets me breathe
But people don't like my art
They see my art
And my lines and my favorite color
And they cry
They tell me I am broken
They tell me I need help
I love my art
But i have to hide it
I have to keep it a secret
Because art makes me happy
And I can't stop making my art
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Poems from a Quiet Girl // poetry
Thơ cajust poetry that i have made recently that i wanted to share tw: self h@rm, addiction, abuse, relapse, etc...
