Silence is deafening when there is no one around to experience the world through a painted canvas. A canvas that expresses life through the eyes of someone else that is blind with each brush stroke of life. With each stroke of the brush, their light begins to fade as the paint dries with their tears. For there is no sound within a painted portrait.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
