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I once knew a boy who liked to draw beautiful pictures that nobody saw he drew by himself alone at night locked in his bedroom out of sight the pictures were strange they came with a twist his pen was a razor his canvas, a wrist we lay out at night watching the stars when he lifted his sleeve and showed me his scars I wasn't shocked I knew what to do so I rolled up my sleeve and said "I draw too"
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