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*You paint a perfect picture. Full of firey reds and deepest blue. A sprinkle of gold adds the final touch to this masterpiece of 'you.' But I've learned my lessons well. Between the brush strokes, the color choices, the vibrant subject, and opinionated voices. A deeper inspection finds a glaring exception. The missing shadows and darkened hues. A blackened soul conveniently hidden from view. Deliberate? Most likely. Deceit is your brush, vivid lies fill your pallete. A habit common among those whos veneer is as thin as your canvas. ~~~*
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
a Perfect Picture
*You paint a perfect picture. Full of firey reds and deepest blue. A sprinkle of gold adds the final touch to this masterpiece of 'you.' But I've learned my lessons well. Between the brush strokes, the color choices, the vibrant subject, and opinionated voices. A deeper inspection finds a glaring exception. The missing shadows and darkened hues. A blackened soul conveniently hidden from view. Deliberate? Most likely. Deceit is your brush, vivid lies fill your pallete. A habit common among those whos veneer is as thin as your canvas. ~~~*
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
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