Sometimes, I feel like just taking all my tears, taking them to paint with my fingers....
and making some color out of these cruel dark feelings
a poor man's canvas... is all I have left to give....
Please smile... no more tears....
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If you're not me, you'd only be here if you went out of your way to look.
Turn back, or buckle in, bucko.
My secrets are well-hidden in plain sight