If I could sing of rainbows
I would take your hand and lead you to the end.
If I could hold your heart,
I would crush it within my fingertips.
If I could absorb your pain,
I would slit your wrists and spill your blood.
If I could love you,
I would hate you.My semestre is nearing its end at the art institute. This means for a couple of weeks
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