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I get my heart out of my cI make my own language I tell all my secrets in a wayA different way no one will understandIt's just me and my voice I don't just sing the songI tell the storyDon't just paintBut make a work of artwith meaning and a series of events I don't just writeI tell my storyand try to make history I need my pencil and my eraserI need my body and some musicTo fill sheets of paperTo fill the stageBe under the lightsEmpty my heartLet it all outClear my mindSimply with the artsBecause I am art

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