2am sorrow
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Last published Tue, Aug 21, 2018
i am just trying to love my self and pass through my sorrow.....recovering after a hard surgery
Sad philosophy of a young artist
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i drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the key, so this butterfly lived a short life, killed with fear, and a very sharp knife. -b.g [lower case intended.]
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