lifeasanartist
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I'm addicted to beauty,
Addicted to destruction.
I'm addicted to pieces and broken things
Because I'm trying to find my "whole".
I'm addicted to the sunrise,
And to the moonrise,
I was born a blank canvas,
nothing but white surrounded thier eyes.
i was aweful to look at.
All they felt was pain and despise.
something was missing from me,
and then i understood.
