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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.
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