How I Would Paint

Freedom

morning, getting up whenever I want

 

Hate

females, they hate me. I can feel it.

 

Death

cry my eyes out until my hands full of water wash my face

 

Jealousy

black like a bird

 

Depression

red, evil

I hate to cry!

 

Hate

yelling, pain

a plane speeding really fast far away

 

Death

long, sad

no one to call for help and being far away

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