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My Paintings, My Life


It starts with a thought

Then an idea

That becomes a dream

Then there's hope and maybe faith

Then comes the paper

And in jump the colors

AND THEN IT STOPS AND CHANGES

The thought becomes shit

The idea, stupid

The dream's shattered by reality

Then there's doubt and maybe despair

Then comes the liquor

And the colors fade

                      And that's when all is finally lost!

 

 

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nourazab

Newbie writer and poet, who enjoys writing but has no idea if she's actually good because she never let's anyone read her stuff. Former professional athlete, who had to quite after an accident ruining her Olympic-Career. Dancer and can't live without Music everyday.

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