Vincent Van Gogh used to swallow yellow paint because he had this idea that it would put happiness inside him, because yellow represented happiness, and now it's been decades since he has died and no, people don't swallow yellow paint, they take drugs and smoke and write and runaway and do whatever they think their yellow paint is, and sometimes I think to myself what my yellow paint would be, for a long time I thought it would be music or art or something cliche and then I thought it would be you, until I discovered I had all the yellow paint I needed inside me, all I needed to do was bring it out and that's where you came in, you were the brush that took little portions of my yellow paint and then spread them into a canvas and I might not be Vincent Van Gogh and you might not be my yellow paint but I think we've found what he was trying to find, we found happiness then painted it into sunflowers of hope that we breathed in gently.
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Poetry"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...
