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I am shaped by me.


I am a piece of

clay,

molded from my own

hands,

shaped by my

mistakes,

built on my

achievements.

I have to be careful of what I

mold,

since its hard to go

back,

I don't waste my time fixing my

mistakes.

I Build on them,

I learn from them.

No one is

perfect.

No life is

deplorable,

The real beauty,

is seen with my eyes,

shaped by my

mind,

constructed by my

personality,

Firm from my

imagination,

I create this peice of art not for me,

but for people to see,

for the world to see.

 

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