Unfinished Canvas
life is like a canvas
u add paint
chage the color
make the design
but with this canvass you are never sure
on how the canvas would look
or how people will percieve it
you hoping it comes as good as you in vision it
but everything doesnt goes as plan
running out of paint
cant find the right color
awww it can be at mess at times
but all worth it when u find a portrait of your life
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