Thinking

Thinking

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Jul 9, 2020
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I knew a boy that liked to draw,
He drew pictures that nobody saw.
He was most artistic late at night,
In the bathroom out of sight.
He kept a secret nobody knew,
He didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew.
His drawings were different, no paper or pen,
He needed a bandage now and again.
We stood by the river under the stars,
He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars.
He felt embarrassed and looked at his shoe,
Then I rolled up my sleeve and whispered "I draw too."


(Please note this is not my own poem, I don't know who wrote it I just found it online. Also sorry if all my posting today is spamming you. It's just been one of those days for me I guess)
 
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mpnf

mpnf

Mental anguish..no more please.
Oct 3, 2019
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It's beautiful itself but if you look at the context it means he cut himself and turned it into an art? Don't know, anyway it's sensitive and well written.
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lelouch. any pronouns. pfp is by pixiv id 3217872.
Aug 10, 2020
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this poem is very well-written. how/where did you find it?
 

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