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Museum


I am art. I am a masterpiece. They think I am a painting made up by who tell me to be. They think I am only made by the colors they have decided to touch me with. They think I am nothing but a simple canvas, They have chosen to paint and make beautiful. But they haven't made me the art I am. And all art creates artists. But it was I who held the brush to my life. And I pick the colors. I am art that will never go down in history. I am art that will never be in a museum. But... What I create will be.
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