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She painted a Demon And titled it with Your Name. It was her prized possession She showed it to a thousand. Till the day she changed her mind You are not a Demon; You are kind. But no one saw you the same anymore. Then she changed the title- My Name. It is her new prized possession She showed it to another thousand. Nothing is the same anymore.
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
Demon
She painted a Demon And titled it with Your Name. It was her prized possession She showed it to a thousand. Till the day she changed her mind You are not a Demon; You are kind. But no one saw you the same anymore. Then she changed the title- My Name. It is her new prized possession She showed it to another thousand. Nothing is the same anymore.
You enjoy painting people's mind with stories. You can't exactly erase what you painted, can you? But I gotta admit, you are a great artist. I have always known that.
galaxysoul
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
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