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六十四

Blood.

There was blood everywhere on his skin.

He watches them as it slowly bleeds.

He decided to do more.

Criss-cross, vertical and horizontal.

Marking his skin with different lengths and depth of his feelings.

Marking it up as if he was a painter, full of ideas and such as he paints his thoughts into the plain and white canvas.

The thing is, he isn't a painter and in reality, its a story of a boy cutting his skin as if it's a paper.