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I think about my mind as a paintbrush The strokes uneven The vision not quite what I had in store But I keep painting more I think to myself compulsively That this this will be lovely This will be a masterpiece Others will view what I have created And will think great thoughts They feel what I feel Then I realize that I like the mess that I made I made something real
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
paintbrush
I think about my mind as a paintbrush The strokes uneven The vision not quite what I had in store But I keep painting more I think to myself compulsively That this this will be lovely This will be a masterpiece Others will view what I have created And will think great thoughts They feel what I feel Then I realize that I like the mess that I made I made something real
samantha-bauman
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
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