Painted these pretty lines across my wrist
Painted them with bright red blood
Carved with words left unsaid
Dug the blade down the vein
To paint away the misery and pain
Ah the knife leaves such pretty lines
Permanent reminders that I’m insane
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I am a writer who often dawdles (wastes time). So here I am, procrastinating by talking about organization, writing tips, teaching writing tips, and other random things to keep up my writing habits, when I should be writing my novel, and here you are, dawdling as well. C'mon in and join me for some dawdling (and pretending we're not).
The Outrageously True Musings of an Armchair Linguist
Quotes, Stories and life tips by Author Ceco
Creative Writing
Scarlett with a Double-Tea
It is indeed scaring how beautiful cuts on skin can seem.
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