Like white paint on an empty canvas,
It’s all the same.
People let their days come and go,
As they slowly fade into nothing.
Everyone is no one in a society of
No personality, no change, no voice.
All they have are dreams and wishes of
What they will never do.
Like black paint on an empty canvas,
It’s not the same.
I live my days as they come and go.
And I slowly fade to light.
I am an individual of my own being,
My personality, my change, my voice.
I have dreams and wishes of
What I will one day accomplish.
Because I am
Different, I am
Unique, I am
Here.
And that’s all that matters.













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