I Draw Too
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Last published Mon, Sep 23, 2013
I knew a boy who liked to draw, he drew pictures nobody saw, he was most artistic late at night, Has a secret nobody knew, he didn't tell a sole and his gallery grew. His drawings are different no paper or pen, but needed a bandage now and again. We stood by the river under the stars. He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars, he felt embarrassed as he looked down at his shoe, so I pulled up my sleeves and whispered "I Draw Too."
WARNING: Self harm
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