She used to draw, she was very artistic. Her drawings were different. Her skin was her canvas, and her brush was a razor and the words were the paint the slowly dripped. That was until her paintings took her to far...making her fall.
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Left To Our Thoughts.
De TodoThoughts. It's hard to tell someone how you truly feel. But here no one knows who you are. Suicidal thoughts. Love thoughts. Sad thought. Mad thoughts. All kinds of thoughts are in here. Many of these thoughts are what people think each day, yet...
