You are a painting,
Made by the people you know,
Made by the people you love,
Made by the people you hate.

You are a painting,
Brushes and strokes.
Each moment, a line,
Forever changing,
Until you die.

I am a painting,
I paint myself,
They left it undone,
All this is a sketch,
Lines, that’s not a masterpiece.
I can make it better.

We are just paintings that paint.

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