Into every life some bad news must fall. And, tender little soul that I am, it always sends me to the painbody, that part of me that says I don't deserve goodness. Oh, hell, that's my mother talking! Let's put her back in her closet for a while. Like the rest of my life. It helps to have an outlet for that pain, when one of the scabs gets ripped open, again, and active bleeding begins. This is actually one of my favorite images so far. I found out a lot about styles doing this. Sometimes, color gets in the way, you know. Sometimes, things are just black and white.
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