I knew this girl who liked to draw
she drew pictures that nobody saw
she was most artistic at night
in the bathroom, out of sight
she kept it a secret no one knew
she didn't tell a soul and her gallery grew
her drawings were different, no paper no pen
but she needed bandages again and again
we stood by the river under the stars
she rolled up her sleeve and showed me her scars
she felt embarrassed and looked down at her shoe
then I pulled up my sleeve and whispered,
"I draw too"
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