After he left me, I turned into a painting.
A painting that needed more explanation.
He painted my eyes with tears,
my lips with lies, my heart with pain
and my body with death.
He used just one colour, black,
and that was my soul.
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The Chemicals In My Head
Non-FictionThis book contains of all my random thoughts and experiences. They maybe in the form of poetry, quotes or short stories. Writing is one of my favourite things to do and it is the best way to express them out. So, I'm here, sharing some that means mo...
