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My Dearest

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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Date: 1/22/2016 8:05:00 PM
Yannette, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Always with LUV **SKAT**
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