"The tip of the ink entered my bloodstream.
Scarring the sagged skin that laid limply at the edges, forming the infection of my tragedy."
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Shattered
Puisi"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
Tragedy
"The tip of the ink entered my bloodstream.
Scarring the sagged skin that laid limply at the edges, forming the infection of my tragedy."
