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Use meUse me as much as you like.
I'm nothing but a rag doll to you.
With no feelings or emotions.
I'm only stiff and lifeless.
Bleed me dry until I have nothing to my name.
Penniless on the streets.
Starving for mercy.
Nothing left to give.
Still, you ask more of me.
Ask for every ounce of my moral integrity.
Until there is nothing left of me.
You can see the heart on my sleeve.
It's drying up into nothing.
Turning to ash.
But you'll keep on.
You know how I am.
How I react.
I'm nothing but a floor mat beneath your feet.
You really don't see me, do you?
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November 10th - All final works due
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1x Golden Professional Acrylics Paint Set (Set of 6)
1x Cretacolor Sketching Gift Set, Set of 27
1x Strathmore Bristol Drawing Pad
1x Canson Sketchbook
1x Professional Small Pre-Stretched Deep Profile Canvas
1x Art Projects Book ("Drawing & Painting Techniques")
1x Field Guide: How to be a Graphic Designer
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One Year deviantART Subscriptio
He's a needy oneDead. Death. Pain. Agony. The words cascaded down my brain, tickling the inner monster that dwelled within the dark creases of my mind. The monster that prodded at my temples and pushed out from within my eye sockets. At times he's too much for me. He demands more space than my frame can give him, more time than my brain can work without sleep, more pleasure than my fingers can create.
He's a needy one.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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