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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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Release Me by anna_rose01

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Finger Paintings (REBOOT) by FentonGizmo

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The Coloring Book

Pain can be felt in an infinite number of forms. It is felt when it is inflicted on you but sometimes you also feel it when you inflict it on others. All the colors of the rainbow bleed through the paper and cross the lines of the coloring book. He crossed the lines I drew again and again. I worked hard to breathe life into my days and fill them with color until he came in splattering paint everywhere. I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt him because in doing so, I not only hurt myself but I feel a part of my soul leaving my body. And I blame him. I stand in the center of the page and watch the colors bleed through. I see his footsteps in red, orange, yellow . . . I watched the pages rip as I let my life fall apart. All because of him. Credit to @iampillowbunny707 for this synopsis.