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Art is Pain

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WordOfChen

Published: Dec 30, 2016

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It has been such a long time

since I've felt this sensation.

The wonderous feeling of knowing
that art is pain...

Every word that I weave,
every statement and image.
All of it serves,
as an outlet for pain.

And oh how beautiful this pain can be.
Sprayed as a story across an empty page.
A tale of breath-taking beauty and imagery;
simply to hide my rage.

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For today, I decided to revisit a few...old concepts while I enjoy the burning pain in my heart xD

I thought it might be quite beautiful indeed.

- Chennie

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