Demons from my past are back to haunt me..
I try to use art as a healthy outlet..
But it's hard to stay sane..


Self hatredMy hands cover my face, And as I pull them down, my face decays. It melts and runs down,Self hatred
like a watercolor painting in rain...
My hands rip my body apart, and as shreds scatter around, my legs succumb.
I'm broken outside and in, as I whither away...
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[link] - commissions ♥
[link] - my shop ♥
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i is, i am
(^_^)
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You look angry - click your pen!
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I'am a member of
*PhotomanipulatorClub & ~photomanips-club=Dreamers-of-Avalon
Transformers.
you're a sweetheart.
lots of love,
-megan.
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"it's not about violence, it's about passion"
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