sometimes i feel like cutting my wrists open and painting a mural with the blood; if there was ever a god, he gave us the most beautiful paint, and made our bodies an art form in themselves. the purpose of the body is to be beautiful; destroy it, paint it, dye it, clothe it however you want; that is your personal masterpiece, and today's society is throwing that away.
in other news, i'm free from the bondage i've felt for the last two years. but i have to say, thanks. i couldn't have asked for a better time, but now its time for me to try and rebuild the bridges you burnt for me, and find the opportunities you hid from me. but i'll be okay. just give me a few months to forget your name.
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