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Life's Canvas.


Staring at a wall is like a painter with a blank canvas You don't know what to make To create What is your inspiration? Grab that bottle of red paint and throw away your paintbrush All those days where blood was shed in anyway possible Show it on your canvas All the days where you've been blue Going green from envy That one week where there way nothing but sunshine-y, yellow happiness Confusion just like finding something that rhymes with orange So many inspirations to create a masterpiece The things that made your life what it was. Add the imperfections and put a hole in the wall Add black for the extra darkness But leave an empty space. That white on the wall symbolizes hope. That day where everything goes right From the crack of dawn to the strike of midnight Hope that someday, your wall would be able to be all light No darkness, you don't even want it to shine less Create your story on the canvas that is the wall you've been staring at for years Make it your own.
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a young woman that is different than most. writing is not a hobby, it is a lifestyle. i live to show people that you can express every detail of your life with simple words.

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