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My Art
Contributed by
ladymaki
on
Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 06:43:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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My Art
As I draw these crude pictures on my skin, I remember what things were
like. When I was happy, and when I knew how to smile.
As my canvas splits,I see your face..and how it saved me so many times
before, but not now.
As my crimson red paint spills, I think of how I have no complete reason to
end this, I just can't do this anymore.
As I shudder with the release of everything I've held inside, I laugh. For the
first time in years, I laugh, because I'm finally free.
As I slowly slip into my painted dreamland, I am thankful for my art.
Copyright ©
ladymaki
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2004-11-12 18:43:21]
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Re: My Art
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by Bohemian_with_a_pen on
Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 06:50:38 PM AEST
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| awesome |
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Re: My Art
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by theMoth on
Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 07:02:41 PM AEST
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The way you used the idea
of "drawing" on your skin
and the end line
was cool.
--Mothy |
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Re: My Art
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by Essentially9 on
Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 09:20:41 PM AEST
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| great write. very original. |
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