Covered in Color

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This ink on my skin
Doesn't come from my veins
Or my head
Or even my heart

This ink on my skin
Is the mark of others
When they came to break me
They thought color would help cover

So now I'm painted in a mess
Of brush strokes and pen lines
Because they all thought
They could cover me in color

But standing here for so long
Has caused the color to wither
It's starting to chip and peel away
My colors can't cover me anymore

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