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by Faithless Watermelon Jan 8, 2020
Sadness, depression /
There's a skull tomorrow for eyes to roll up into:
steps of null and thankless glittering memories.
And I want to see the stars become who we are
but I'm not awake today and voices won't intrude.
What does it say that I rely on pain to paint my art?