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I'M Different Now
Im different now
Not because I say so,
there's truth behind my words.
I finished my masterpiece,
call it the art of letting go.
With every dab of the paint is a stab at a memory, mixing and altering in fear you'll remember me
Give me black give me gloomy. Keep your cheery brights, ill paint til my hand hurts, til the moon lurks, til day becomes night
Millions of bristles ruined,38 broken brushes, all laying on the ground along with your touches, as well as your kisses, your voice and your eyes. Cover it with indifference to your truth and your ...