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I knew my heart belongs to Art. The color in the canvas somewhat brings calmness to my wrecked behavior. And every strokes of the brush brings hope to my dying world. And there came the man I never knew I needed. He made me realize that I'm like an art, breathtakingly beautiful. But just like any other art, my flaws can be awful to bear with. I was unappreciated. Again.
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