Get your own Free Homepagewhy do i want to be a perfect artist,
well acclaimed and appreciated,
when i already love to paint?
why do i want to be a published poet,
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when i already love to express?
why do i think i should have a pretty face,
and a model's body
to consider myself beautiful?
why do i have to be filled with pain
to be able to see my joy?
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