Broken: Art of Pain

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I'm an art of pain,
Made to be an uncolored canvass.
Writing my endless agony,
And dreaming it would become a story.

I'm a shattered dream;
A broken truth.
I breathe in dismay,
And forgot how to pray.

Was made like a paint,
Was sold like a book.
Was cursed like an alluviun,
And was faded into oblivion.

Finally, I felt a deep remorse-
For feeling black for years.
Today, I'll go beyond what's told,
And will reach my goal.

-roseesesch

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