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I am


I am an abstract 
In the eyes of the unknown 
 
Like a crack I've broken the boundaries 
 
I am all but clean feet, for ive walked paths that elevate 
 
Art, has been a friend to me
I find it everywhere, i am not alone 
 
If someone were to flip through my endless book 
I fear what they will find
But i'd present them my struggles with an open heart
 
Inspiration , admiration , all positivity 
Ive picked myself up and I have become my own backbone 
For I am happy today because of what the world has sent my way
I have been my own medicine, never falling terminal again 
 
A blank canvas is my happy place , for i am a splash of color with a story behind each abstract 

 

 

 

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