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Art is a private piece of me.

T.L. Martin

You will eventually lose control, and when you do – when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong – I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me.
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Control Lose Ready See Wrong Yourself
My eyes shut as the fire in my lungs reaches my throat.
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Eyes Fire Hard Time Myself Reach Shut Throat
Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.
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Feeling Lonely Yourself
Revenge is all my soul knows. It’s the only thing I’ve lived and breathed for almost as long as I can remember.
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Breathe Live Myself Remember Revenge Soul
Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
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Damage Dangerous People Survive
God, can he see what he’s doing to me.
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God Himself Myself See
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
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Cold Hard Live People Soft Tragedy Water
When half the town, law enforcement included, has paid the woman in question for an ‘adult evening,’ it’s almost impressive how quickly she loses credibility.
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Herself Impression Law Lose Pay Price Question Quick Woman
Today, I painted with blood.
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Art Blood Myself One Liner Paint
I suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.
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Demon Easy Existence Myself Pretend
I quickly learned I needed someone who specifically enjoyed, or at the very least could take it, when I hit that point of blinding release. Every time, I lost all sense of the control I work so hard at maintaining.
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Control Enjoyment Hard Learning Lost Maintain Myself Quick Time
The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.
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Conversation Discussion Fingers Skin Yourself
It’s time to see what happens when I fly.
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Fly Myself See Time
Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here.
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Hard Hell Myself Stand Touch
And you can’t outrun something you can’t see.
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Appearance Run See Yourself
I desire very little, but the things I do consume me.
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Consumption Desire Myself

Art is a private piece of me.

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