Art is Me
When the canvas is done,
My heart has won
All the paint consumes me,
Can they just let me be
Wishing to follow my own path,
But they want me to pursue in math
I know I carry potential,
This is not confidental
Let me do what I please,
Set my mind to ease
If I'm right, you will know
If I'm wrong, I will grow
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