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The Sound of my skin being ripped apart as the knife slice through my skin 
The sweet red syrup dripping out of my skin
A beautiful piece of art smearing all over my skin
Again and again
Not stopping I finally completed my art
It looks beautiful
Just as beautiful as it sounded
My tears kissing my blood like it's the last time they will see each other
My eyes wet but my throat was never so dry
A beautiful painting
Like a white horse ripping his skin off of himself so he can feel like a zebra
Trying to fix himself

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