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The World is my canvas and I am not the artist. I am the paint that streaks across the surface. My steaks, if I am lucky, will last forever or... they will be repainted by someone else but no matter what there will still be some spots of my existence, still here. It's amazing, knowing that we are leaving something on this Earth no matter what it is... no matter who does our accomplishes better no matter if someone tries to paint over us there will still be some streaks made by you and me. So please, try to make them positive.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
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The World is my canvas and I am not the artist. I am the paint that streaks across the surface. My steaks, if I am lucky, will last forever or... they will be repainted by someone else but no matter what there will still be some spots of my existence, still here. It's amazing, knowing that we are leaving something on this Earth no matter what it is... no matter who does our accomplishes better no matter if someone tries to paint over us there will still be some streaks made by you and me. So please, try to make them positive.
sarah-d
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
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