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Sometimes its bottled up
And hidden deep inside
I have no friend beside my paint brush
I have no life beyond these blank pages
my brushes,
my pen,my blank pages
Are all that i have
Every inch of power
Every kilogram of strength
Lies  within these bristles 
Beyond the borders of these pages
lies nothing related to me
If I step outside them
I become suicidal

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