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Brimmed with Unwanted Art

I live in a strange world I call my own My subconscious artist fills in my soul Life is different, but it’s what I've known She creates smiles on faces and their demons too A contradicting realm that makes me whole I live in a strange world I call my own Her puppets clash and collide right on cue Casting herself as the commanding role Life is different, but it’s what I've known If only my subconscious and I knew That painting this life costs an awful toll I live in a strange world I call my own The picture I see makes my true rays few I become nothing more than what I stole Life is different, but it’s what I've known I crave to turn this canvas blank and new And fly away forever, hope would fix my soul I live in a strange world I call my own Life is a different, but it’s what I've known.
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claire-lewinski
American
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May 29, 2013
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