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You helped me see the world with color, when everything around me seemed to be gray. My laughter I heard that didn't mean anything for a long time finally had a purpose. And I promised myself that I wouldn't let you control the colors that were painted on my canvas. But the thing is, I handed you the paintbrush, waiting to see what beautiful thing you would draw for me, and beautiful it was.
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
Another Damaged Canvas Pt.1
You helped me see the world with color, when everything around me seemed to be gray. My laughter I heard that didn't mean anything for a long time finally had a purpose. And I promised myself that I wouldn't let you control the colors that were painted on my canvas. But the thing is, I handed you the paintbrush, waiting to see what beautiful thing you would draw for me, and beautiful it was.
Itsni
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
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