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tears
she sits in the corner of a lonely room painting the things she sees in her dreams,
using the colors to express the feeling but the feeling is numb and loses meaning,
she waits alone in solitude and lets her tears fall into her hands,
then uses them to paint the picture that she's seen, in her mind, stand.
the portrait is beautiful when it's finished,
but the colors soon start to fade,
but in the end she is happy knowing that the portrait was even made.
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