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People see me as a whiteboard, to be written on, and passed to the masses, To whom i am ****** My flaws they try to erase, as well as the imperfections on my face, cause i'm a mold-able youth, or an untouched canvas, that can be painted, and displayed, i'm going to grab that marker, and make my future less darker, avoid your drama, when this picture comes out wrong, like this picture is not the right shade of black, brown, or white, if you stare hard enough, you can see the design in just the right light.
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
Whiteboard
People see me as a whiteboard, to be written on, and passed to the masses, To whom i am ****** My flaws they try to erase, as well as the imperfections on my face, cause i'm a mold-able youth, or an untouched canvas, that can be painted, and displayed, i'm going to grab that marker, and make my future less darker, avoid your drama, when this picture comes out wrong, like this picture is not the right shade of black, brown, or white, if you stare hard enough, you can see the design in just the right light.
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
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