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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