With ink on my paper
acting as pigment on my canvas
I paint the life I wish I had
I paint myself a present dad
I pick up some beauty and paint some looks,
equivalent to my knowledge of books.
I paint myself a figure a little less bigger.
I paint fortune and fame, some talent.
I paint myself perfect without any scars.
And with that paint, I have created something new, that is not at all me. I've painted me the way that people want me to be.
The before and after are amazing specimens. Just waiting to be poked and prodded.
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