I open my eyes
Before me, a blank canvas
In my hand, a paintbrush
I realize I am to paint
paint a picture of my choosing
I am longing to paint a picture of happiness,
a picture of contentness,
I desparatly search for bright colors
but the only color I am dealt is black.
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Journal of my thoughts.
yeah whatever I feel like putting in here.
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