Artists use paint and canvass.
Dancers use themselves and notes or beats.
Fighters use strength but rarely ever thought.
You use lies and a mask.
I use words, my heart, and an eternal soul.
Together we create the masterpiece of life.
He smashed his guitar.
She snapped her pencil.
They shredded their uniforms.
I broke my heart.
We all made mistakes.
Nobody is God,
but we all are.
Nobody is perfect,
but we can be.
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