~Two hearts, one home~






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andieekman
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Art can’t be defined. I just choose to draw on my arms instead...

~Two hearts, one home~

By andie ekman

Do not copy unless you give credit to me

Heavy footsteps down the hallway filled with beautiful paintings. The light at the end of the hallway was bright and truly mesmerizing.

As he turned around still holding the palette with pieces of the rainbow, with a heaven blessed smile, she stared into his hopeful eyes.

He noticed something was off when she started pulling her sleeves up. The skin was filled with art created by scars and blood.

She walked closer to him giving him a tight hug, as she whispered "I'm an artist too..."

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