It All Melts Away

Oh, the places I can go and the way my creative juices flow. The best in me comes out, when a pencil comes about. Mythical Creatures, fairies, and pain all come out of my brain. Rape, hitting, and the overdosing all melt away and the nicer things come out to play. Oh, the happiness that I find when the stories get to come out of my mind.

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