The painting

The painting

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Revolving on that very familiar axis. The sympathising eyes of the universe never stopped staring... Saying "oh! I so wanted to be so bright and blinding" But I guess they never knew what a loss they're at. Cos looking back I so wish I never was the sun itself. Cos now I'm no different from the moon with no light to radiate. I'm utterly made of black. Just black. A became an ink without my consent spreading out on a canvas I wasn't sure was mine, a canvas I wasn't sure belonged to me, one I wasn't sure I owned. I splatter on with my beautiful colour watching it dissolve into something mundane - made of black and white- 💞💞💞💞 🌸🌸🌸🌸
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"I remember his face, his eyes that begged for forgiveness, his body as it shook with anger and emotion. I remember how my world fell apart right before him and how he watched me completely disintegrate because of what he did. What he committed. The way he betrayed me. The heart he took from me and shattered. The trust I gave him that he threw away. He ruined it all, he ruined me. And now I'm forever broken, nothing can ever bring me back. Nothing." WARNING: sexual content, explicit content, language and violence.

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