I feel pain...rivers of it flow from me, life (like trees and animals) bathed in the sorrows of my soul grows twisted and crippled...reaching for sunlight, gasping for air that is not tainted with the sounds of anguish the lives within me, and my rivers...
Sorry I don't what came over me but my eyes don't want to seem to let the tears out...
Yes I wrote this...Yes I feel this way...yes I took my meds today
My art isn't art it's homemade porn...
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