My life is full if joy and happiness. Full of friends and a happy family. I'm never sad, I rarely cry. But plot twist. It's all a cover story. It's all a lie. My smile is my mask, and my joy is my cloak.
This is the truth...
My life is full of sadness and dispare. Full of bullies and arguing parents. I'm always sad, I always cry. But I can paint. But another plot twist. My paint brush is a razor and my canvas is my wrist.
This is my life.
A/N: Sorry this is a really short one but I like it, and I hope you do too.
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Fallen Angel Tales
Short StoryA collection of short, dark stories that I have writen myself.
