One Day

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I painted a dream,

It was not art.

It was my escape,

From everything that's falling apart.

It's me, reaching out to you.

Do you see?

I just want to be free.

To finally find the courage to speak,

To say what I've wanted to say.

Maybe I will,

One day...

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