And everytime I stare at my art pieces, I couldn't help but remember his face. I have struggled for years just to have a masterpiece, and I guess I have no chance anymore. Because for me he was the masterpiece and it wasn't meant for me to be his artist.
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PoesíaEvery stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]