And here I sit...
Chalk outline upon the wall
I remember tracing it
A thousand times, the night she died.
Why? (Why?)
There's no sleep today, I can't pretend
When all my dreams are crimes
I can't stand facing them.
Now who will come
To wash away my sins
Clean my room, fix my meals
Be my friend?
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" Art is not a handicraft,
It is the transmission of feeling
The artist has experienced " - Leo Tolstoy
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