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There are truths

Which you want to be a lie

There are truths

That you can't see, as you wear
coloured glasses on your eyes .

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And you love your own painting

Because you coloured it as you like

Maybe you forget that you live
under an unexpected sky.

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You try hard to shield your painting using Umbrella and polythene.

But it starts fading bit by bit because
it is heavily raining.

Now you are dwelling over your
own feelings

Whether you should quit or struggle again to save your painting.

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So you ask to yourself.

You talk to yourself.

To know what is really inside.

What do you want really in your

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