a/n i also made these at the start of 2016 so they're bleaugh
Some call me an artist
I call myself worthess
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My art is on bodies
My tool is ink
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My other art is different
And more gruesome than you may think
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My art is on bodies
My tool is now silver
A razor is what you call it
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I drip red into the sink
Dirtying the water
But that doesn't matter
The pain is now gone
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Like a tap
I slowly was drained
The blood disapeared
And vanished from my face
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My skin is deathly white
And my wish came through
YOU ARE READING
bedtime stories
Contosome pretty little stories written by yours truly, olivia logman. a collection of small stories that i had to write for school, some are weird, some are creative. this will d e f i n i t e l y not be unpublished - sorry for my habit of doing that...
