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Broken

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bullying maturethemes selfinjury suicidalthoughts suicideattempt

I'm recreating broken! In the time that I've been gone I've been fiddling with different ideas, and I think my writings gotten better, so, hear goes!


He paints a beautiful picture but the story has a twist. 
The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is his wrist.All Rights Reserved

bullying maturethemes selfinjury suicidalthoughts suicideattempt

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The Coloring Book

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