I use to believe I wasn’t creative
But now I know my mind is my color
My paint brush and paint
It helps me draw a world full of pain and love.
Hopes and hells.
It is my art.
And I’m grateful
For its existence.
Creativity
I use to believe I wasn’t creative
But now I know my mind is my color
My paint brush and paint
It helps me draw a world full of pain and love.
Hopes and hells.
It is my art.
And I’m grateful
For its existence.
HarleyRay 
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Ah, I really love this poem, and that our creativity can help us to shape our world.
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Thank you. Yes,I agree. I believe it has saved my life.
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That’s wonderful to hear.
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