I draw. Sometimes I draw people, things. Other times I draw ideas. I draw about a perfect world. About people who can't hurt me. It's the people who hurt me that give me the ideas of drawing. I'm pretty good at it. My friend doesn't think so. He thinks that it's bad. I don't understand why. Well at least I think it looks good. It feels good too. It helps me think and get rid of the bad pain I feel. It clears my mind. My art is an unknown art. It isn't that popular. But for those who know the ancient art, they feel what I feel. Because if my art though, I have to where my jacket or long sleeves. Cause cutting your arm with a knife leaves scars. Even though it hurts, it's better than the pain I could've felt if I hadn't. The only thing to do now is to draw on my heart the same way.
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Short StoryThis is a compilation of stories. These are all my originals. I have not copied any of these. I will update this as much as possible. These are all mine so please don't steal these. I am ok with you showing people, just please give me credit cause t...
