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Today I awoke.
My eyes were blind to the colors
Of this beautiful world
Which scares me because I'd planned
To paint a self portrait
Of my world.
Do you remember
My asking your opinion of me?
The answer was
Was so beautiful
And inspiring.
So I prayed to the brushes
To see my values
But they had a conspiracy
Against me
Which is only my own theory.
But how can I prove it on
Speculation?
Oh, Courtney, I love you.
For being her: my savior.
But I can't pretend
To be suffering.
Yeah, in between
The brush strokes.
And they will Gather to see
My work. Goals achieved
Because of you.
You, my darling.
I'm choosing my colors.
Yeah, I'm choosing my colors
To my self portrait. Yeah, I'm choosing.
To my self portrait. Yeah, I'm choosing.


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