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Myselfish painting

     I don't even know anymore
I don't even care
So if I don't care
     Then why am I writing
I am writing
    Because
                 I am low shallow
With nothing below my feet
Nothing
         To
             Carry me
I'm sick and weak
     My heart is empty
And
        Bleak
I'm lonley and cold
     And all on my
Own
          It's sad here
In my
          Heart
My blood paints
        A piece of art
My body is a canvas
        Splatter
                Slash
    And swing your paint brush
The painful strokes
     Punish me
Only     The right punishment  
      For an artist
A bloody artist
666xxx
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