The Paper's Bleeding/5

I sometime use my skin like a piece of paper
Drawing on it when i'm bored
Writing the names of things that made taste a new life savor
Putting colors over colors creating a real discord

But when the colors that comes on my skin aren't from my pens
It felt right too
Even if i only did it once or twice and never then
I'll probably always remember a few

The Paper's is breaking, sometimes bleeding
But who cares ?

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