When I need to run away, you'd find me here.
Drowning in the words of Hozier and thoughts of my own.
Blank stares that only my paintbrush can explain.
Ask the canvas, it'll have each story my heart contains.
No one to hold me down or pull me away.
I get lost, then I find every tool I need to bring me back in my safe haven.
I feel sexy. I feel brave. I feel content.
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