my life is a photomontage,
of things great and small.
Of cameras and notebooks,
of mountin dew and ciggerets.
Of oceans and casltels,
of hills and valleys.
In my mind i paint every day.
dragging a brush over everything.
broad, angry swipes,
of depression
or many small dots
of happyness.
I use my own blood
my tears,
for my paint.
My life is a great peice of art,
and i wish to thank,
whoever it is
that makes life.
I want to thank them,
for crushes who play along.
for retold fairy tales.
for leads in the play.
for books to hide in.
and for fried apples.
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... i dont even know. o.o
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