MadeinhisImage
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Two people and one room, or so one person in one house. Three children in one forest, yet thousands of souls mixed in a habitat of guts and glory.
Our days are no longer filled with faith and honesty;
But with people who seem faceless.
We can’t rely on the world and allow them to make up feel worthless;
I looked in the mirror and said, “Paint me Picasso”
With the swish of tips from the brown brush
I said, “Paint me Picasso”
Capture this vain image of beauty
While I’m Lost in my thoughts, drowned in my uncertainty
