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"since the start"
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He's back. I'm nearly happy again.
Like usual, he sat beside me and resumed his own artwork
(on a different canvas to mine)
but from time to time, he'd glance at my pretty artwork.
"it can kill you"
he whispered
but I replied
"it gives me life"
YOU ARE READING
call it art
Fanfictionwhy is art considered beautiful when all you're doing is hurting yourself? [ tae fic ]
