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The Paint Brushes, Bewitching Me To Touch Them.

My Hands, Yearning To Hold Them Once Again.

My Poor Heart, Still Drowning In The Pool Of Misery.

These Beautiful Colors, I Longed To Touch Them.

I Love Painting, I Really Do.

But My Hands Trembled At The Thought Of You.

Slowly I Opened The Box I Have Been Dreading To Open.

The Colors, The Brushes, The Palettes, They’re Beautiful.

I Touched Them As A Glitch Of
Soreness And Bitterness Overwashed Me.
Sweats Forming In My Forehead.
Bitter.
Bitter.
Bitter.
Was All I Could Think Of Before I Put My Tools Away
In The Same Box Where They’ve Been Hibernating
For The Past Two Years.

-Arikay’s Little Infinity

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I Hate It So Much.

I Hate It So Much.
Days Like This.
I Hate It.
It Makes Me Feel Week And Gloomy.
It Haunts Me And I’m Not Sure If I Should Tell Anyone About This Particular Someone Raining On My Parade Years Ago.
Perhaps I Should Share It To Someone.
It’s Driving Me Crazy.
I Hate It So Much.

I Can’t Sleep, I Can’t Breathe, I Can’t Do Anything.

I’m So Stressed Out And Tired.

I Really Hate This.

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She Found Him.
He’s A Little Bit Gloomy, Uninviting, Crestfallen And A Little Bit Torn.
He Has Been Hurt A Couple Of Times
But That’s Okay.
She Can Secure His Existence And Make Him Feel Content.
It Might Take Sometime
But That’s Okay.
She Liked Mending Things
And He Would Like To Be Fixed.

-Arikay’s Little Infinity

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A Tranquil Of Adoration.

That’s What I Called LOVE.

-Arikay’s Little Infinity