january 16th
Art school made me fall in love. It made me fly high. Oh so high. It made me see the skies above.
Art school took me away from home. It raped my mind and the pain felt wonderfully good. Crumbs of past memories.are left to rot the best of them all.
Art school wrecked my virgin self.
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Cum what may, they say. I came. -J.G.













