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“The vision clears and I look
down to see I have a piece of white
chalk in my hand and i've outlined
a five-foot dove. I jerk my hand back. I had a vision.
I had a vision about my dad.
I had a vision about myself covered in my own blood. No, not blood ... paint.
I speak without even thinking.
"This one is for all the people who died.”
― Tick
down to see I have a piece of white
chalk in my hand and i've outlined
a five-foot dove. I jerk my hand back. I had a vision.
I had a vision about my dad.
I had a vision about myself covered in my own blood. No, not blood ... paint.
I speak without even thinking.
"This one is for all the people who died.”
― Tick
“I have to believe him. How, I don't know. But I can't go out like this. I can't live out the rest of my life engraved with an identity that does not define me. I am not a monster.”
― Tick
― Tick
“The vision clears and I look down to see I have a piece of white chalk in my
hand and i've outlined a five-foot dove. I jerk my hand back. I had a vision. I had a vision about my dad. I had a vision about myself covered in my own blood. No, not blood ...paint. I speak without even thinking. "This one is for all the people who died.”
― Tick
hand and i've outlined a five-foot dove. I jerk my hand back. I had a vision. I had a vision about my dad. I had a vision about myself covered in my own blood. No, not blood ...paint. I speak without even thinking. "This one is for all the people who died.”
― Tick
“He grabs my arms and the blood from my wrist dribbles to the floor. "You didn't have to. It came from your heart. You didn't just draw with chalk. You drew with your blood. You've shared pain, and sharing your suffering has lifted the weight from your shoulders.”
― Tick
― Tick
