If I could paint my soul I'd paint it in black with tints of blue,purple and yellow like bruised skin with surreal constellations, holding a wilted rose firmly overlooking the thorns that have penetrated my skin, blood drips into the ground and i use it as paint to colour the lips of the corpse on my broken canvas, when the blood runs dry the colours get lighter, the blue isn't the raging dark ocean colour anymore, its a clear blue sky and the purple isn't dark like the galaxies edge, its lavender flowers in my hair, the yellow is both the sun and the lovely field of sunflowers. my soul is beautifully broken and tragically dark but hopefully bright when it needs to be. my soul is free to be whatever it wants to be and so am I.
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Puisi"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
