My reason

I don't cut do die. Its the exact opposite actually. Really, I cut to live. It breaths life back into my empty shell. After so long you just can't refuse the call. I've cried for it. I don't want to go back to crying. I just can't wait till winter. winter means sweaters and that means I have a full canvas and baby I'm ready to paint. So damned ready.

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