She painted her skin red. So did he
Maybe that's why they were brought together.
She knew her drug was painting, but she started realizing you can be addicted to more than one thing.
Soon enough they were painting each other's skin with the red of their lips and not their blades.
He wrote love songs on her cheeks; she wrote poems on his neck.
Together, they started being each other's
drug.
Soon their skin turned from red to white
and their hearts from black to red.
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FanfictionI keep thinking about Slicing flesh Welling blood Dizzy high Relief... Love story between two people who are dealing with pain. Can they help each other ? Or is it going to get even more painful ?
