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Apr 2015
your life is an empty canvas
you are the only one who's in control of the paintbrush
if your heart is heavy, you are not weak
It is you who is in control always
not the circumstances
within your painting there will be flaws
there will different shades and textures
the design will travel in all directions
as will your life
pain is inevitable
and also is your death
living with a heavy heart is simply surviving
the paint brush must be picked up
life awaits
e.m.☀
Written by
edm  California
(California)   
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