Prologue Pt. L

Art? More like death on paper. The brush dancing and creating the crime scene. Blood pours onto the canvas.

Art is a symbol of yourself and others. A jumble of word you can't get out so you...? What? Paint? Sculpt? Doodle? Cut?

Different for everyone. Blood running down the canvas. Drip drip. Painting his name into the canvas.

Legs arms cuts bruises. Art. All art. Paper computers paint pencil. Art

Will you still love me the same?

Even with my art?

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